"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstone of our judgment." - John F. Kennedy

Thanks for finding me. This is a fairly random sampling of my poetic rumblings beginning in the mid-70s to present day. Not definitive or complete, just things that struck me again for one reason or another on revisiting. There are a couple of previously published collections here which might be good places to start if you are diving in blind from the precipice.

Try the collections MEET THE BEATS or GLIMMERING RAY DUET (both archived in June 2008 in the menu below right) for starters if you are so inclined...

As of 2016, I will be publishing my song lyrics on a seperate page from the more poetic scribblings here. Pieces that first appeared here and then later were arranged for music will remain here in their original form but may appear edited on the lyric page. Check out the links section for the original song blog.

Saturday, May 14, 2016

MIMI'S DARK EYES


She does what she wants to
She lives like a queen
Sure, sometimes she’s bored
Mimi’s dark eyes…

She lives like a queen
Eats only the best
She does what she pleases
Mimi’s dark eyes

And sometimes when everyone’s busy with Eli
or Perri’s out dancing, Or they leave on vacation
or Paz cookin’ chicken when Jackie’s out shopping
or Steven’s out schmoozing some big time director
She just might get real lonely
And bark at the trash guy

And sometimes when Brad’s here
He just knows where to touch her
And makes her so happy
But don’t tell her boyfriend
Who lives down at Karla’s
Coz Harry get’s jealous and barks like a foghorn
What he don’t know won’t hurt him

And Mimi’s dark eyes
Are closed when she’s dreaming
‘bout skunks and leaf blowers
Who scare off coyotes

Please take me to Karla’s
And when is Brad coming
I just got my bangs cut
And don’t I look gorgeous…

And what’s in the bowl there

She lives like a queen
Mimi’s dark eyes
She lives like a queen
Mimi’s dark eyes
She lives like a queen
Mimi’s dark eyes
She does what she wants to.

- for Mimi Monkarsh, 2014

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