Sometimes in This Coffee Shoppe Life

girls go by, to boys that somehow remind you to your own former self, except instead of love they sell schemes and plans and how to maximize income and out-put and the most beautiful girl in the place gives her precious attention to someone who wont even care if she cums, too busy trying to sell her something that she won’t ever need remember on her death bed.

25.3.11 ruff by pd lyons

25.3.11

 

 

today out on the veranda of all gone away youth whiskered timber dreams woke another coffee

 

1

you wouldn’t have to wait for anything to boot up

turn on or upload you could just sit down

bang away royal keys upon a cotton rag of water marked paper

 

you wouldn’t have to settle for crap wine, Bordeaux châteaux

would be easily accessible even to a low level pot dealer

 

you could get a soft pack of Marlboro that tasted good – better than the hard pack in the days before anyone even thought of lights

 the rent was 180 for five big rooms a laundry room full bath including heat and utilities

 

 you could sit on the second floor back porch blow a joint in broad daylight watch some old ginger tom prowl around some inner city orange rose bush while the most beautiful girl you thought you’d ever know sat on your lap  your hands finding ways to make her melt underneath her long gypsy soul skirt.

 

2.

 

 

girls go by to boys that somehow remind you to your own self except instead of love they sell schemes and plans and how to maximize income and output and the most beautiful girl in the place gives her precious attention to someone who won’t even make her come, too busy trying to sell her something that she won’t ever need on her death bed.

 

3.

 

don’t know what the reasons for the way we are is

don’t know how we got to be so far away from where we were

but there’s a time a  place for everything

there’s a never ending ever changing way of everything

so they say and who are they for us to disbelieve when we can see it in our selves
we cross the street together out of step we walk up stairs without noticing our own eyes

we can’t get on because all we want is something we remember way back there

 

 

4.

 

so much can happen when we live long enough

so many things we thought were no possible could have come to pass

but not believing in the future

did we not live grandly in the past?

 

my mother wanted things for me I did not believe in

my father wanted me to somehow not be a worry

my regret is only that being so inarticulate I could not explain

how I could love them but not want to ever become them

 

5.

cannot manage this consistency too well

I know your chimes of freedom flashing

I am the outlaw child of all these blue collar working class heroes

I am not them but am eternally grateful to them

all they gave of their own unrequited youth so that I could be the rebel born

and I will not forget you and I will not neglect you

and I will raise your soft n hidden heart to my own pure unbridled lips

my kisses unconcerned with the blood of my mother and my father

I will cherish your suffering transformation into peace.

 

6.

whatever went winkingly down the stairs clinkily

open and wondering wounded and proud

never more thinkingly would she be drinkingly

 out on the balcony summers no more

 

 

7.

how many times have I thought to see you there?

after all these years – damn near 40

don’t I still imagine; come down the wooded path way bend

  by that pond you’re somehow  there

 

ghosts haunt the places that the living know

it has nothing to do with where they died

ghosts haunt this place where I grew up

where I first saw you naked

 and you broke my heart open before I even knew I’d love you

 

I know I won’t ever see you now

but if promises can be made to ghosts

then someday soon I’ll meet you here again

golden apples silver apples

pine needles on a summer day patch of grass back by the old turtle pond

 

8.

 

today I do not want backward

I know there is no such thing as then or later

 and now’s so fleeting it hardly exists

 

I know the moon

calls me on the road of no stone no sand no steps

 

mix medi m&p lyons a

 

 

mix media collage with crayon m&p lyons

 

mix media collage with carpet m&p lyons

Girls, by pd lyons

girls

no need of piano
rain the colour of subdued late summer
maybe never stopping
curtains drawn in hope
everything soft
easy as afternoon kisses
newly beloved
know nothing but discovery

Sometimes in This Coffee Shoppe Life

girls go by, to boys that somehow remind you to your own former self, except instead of love they sell schemes and plans and how to maximize income and out put and the most beautiful girl in the place gives her precious attention to someone who wont even make her cum, too busy trying to sell her something that she won’t ever need remember on her death bed.