New Poems

My song book projects are all on hold. That goes for the jam song book too. May I also be so bold as to ask for your sweet hand in matrimoo, even though my song book projects are all on hold? I don't know how many times I've told you, you don't need to wait for your you-know-who-- your bold cat (me!) meowing to be let in from the cold. Well, they'll fume and they'll stew, and maybe they'll take their song book projects off hold for a minute or two. They'll take a clay mold and sculpt the figure of whom other than you. I don't care how bold you aren't after you get rolled for all your dough, you'll have to know: my song book projects are again on hold. I'm just too bored!

I don't feel like working on my Yokel books. Rather play the banjo. So, I'm a true yokel, for sure--a yokel who thinks they know what they're doin' when they put away their rake and hoe and lay them down for a bit of a little yokel nap! Well, the Yokel ain't doin' nothin' a'tall. So, the Yokel has a euphemism for everything the Yokel could possibly ever think to do. That's true yokel style--just how the Yokel is determined to behave their whole life through. Don't ask the Yokel to accomplish any enviable yokel goals--OK? Just give 'em their banjo, and they'll go back to being their true Yokel self--Fairy-Elf Yokel!!

Sparrow, my darling girl, with whom to play, whom to hold in my bosom, to whom to give the first finger and who is wont to incite with sharp bites, with whom my desire shines I like to joke, I know not what dear (and a little solace for my pain, I believe, so that then the heavy ardor may subside), to play with you as I myself could to relieve the cares of my sad mind! Passer, deliciae meae puellae quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere, cui primum digitum dare et acris solet incitare morsus, cum desiderio meo nitenti carum nescio quid libet iocari (et solaciolum sui doloris, credo, ut tum gravis adquiescat ardor), tecum ludere sicut ipsa possem et tristis animi levare curas!

A perspective I may take upon myself when I'm not doting on myself as usual. Enough to make me pray for help! Ways I fell short with some of my old school friends--a perspective I may take upon myself,-- Well, I fell short of being a good friend by more than half! What was it that ruled my behavior? I so needed help! Thinking of my best friend's--my mom's--death in hostel-- a perspective I take upon myself nearly every day. I'll probably go back to being my fairy-elf self tomorrow, but for a day or two I'll just admit that I'm beyond help. Gotta seed the grass in the front yard again this spring, as I finally  got around to doing today, when I needed a new perspective upon myself-- relying on the kindness of (whose?) help.

I've done this before-- took off my socks and lay down on my futon. back propped on a pillow. I closed the door so no one would see me lying here. I've done this before. Call me a whore if you want, but I'm just impersonating Kathy from Baton Rouge, propped here on my pillow. So, what other clothes am I wearing? Well, I've got my Sax-Zim Bog t-shirt on. I've worn it before when I felt all horny- like, as I do now. Huh, I practiced Black Sally Goodin' on my fiddle last night, with my back propped on this very pillow! So now I feel like singing Down by the sally gardens my love and I did meet. She passed the sally garden on little snow-white feet. Here's my pillow! I've done this before!