Blondie

Blondie

 

Sunday Sally died her hair to red and yellow                        

She said to the bass player you’re a nice fellow                    

Why don’t we go on a rock and roll tour?                             

Why don’t we take it all and take some more?                     

 

She was a blondie front row

High on uppers always on the go

She was a blondie front row

What more is there to know?

 

Once she was an acrobat flying with no net

Living all the way today forgetting to regret

The circus was fine except for the clown

He stole all the money and rode out of town

 

She was a blondie front row

High on uppers always on the go

She was a blondie front row

What more is there to know?

 

Camera flash grab the cash before you perform

Playing Hyde Park in the dark during a thunderstorm

Sunday Sally sung out her heart for pay

The drummer laughed out loud he had nothing to say

 

She was a blondie front row

High on uppers always on the go

She was a blondie front row

What more is there to know?

 

The ink on the contract was scarcely dry

Words are words and money’s a lie

The machine I think was pink

Floyd was annoyed and went to the shrink

 

And Sunday Sally struggles writing down a song

The words don’t rhyme all the time and the rhythm’s all wrong

Her heart’s set on the chart maybe number one

Suddenly she shrieks “Wasn’t this supposed to be fun?”

 

She was a blondie front row

High on uppers always on the go

She was a blondie front row

What more is there to know?

 

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The Lost Cantos Of John Kaniecki

The Lost Cantos Of John Kaniecki

I guess the first question regarding “The Lost Cantos Of John Kaniecki” is where did they go?

“The Lost Cantos Of John Kaniecki” were written about twenty years ago. The collection was placed in my parent’s attic where they survived the ferocious heat. Next they went to my basement where they survived the flooding of Hurricane Sandy. Perhaps “The Lost Cantos” would be better labeled “The Misplaced Cantos” but that wouldn’t be as dramatic would it?

 “The Lost Cantos Of John Kaniecki” is a feel good book. They poems have rhythm and rhyme.

Canto 10

From the window I saw an eagle fly

Soaring in the heaven’s azure blue sky

Said my friend with pipe in his withered hand

The universe’s mysteries I do understand

My gaze lowered to view his wrinkled face

If I wasn’t high I would leave this place

But the Earth pipe he passed to me

And I inhaled then I did disagree

To admit omnipotence is a fatal sin

Humility is the place to begin

For knowledge alone solves no mystery at all

True understanding is answering God’s call

Then the wind whipped and sang a moan

And I understood, yes I alone

I looked upon the fool with great pity

How futile is the chase to infinity

Counting one by one is how they go

Me I simply divide by zero

It’s nothing special and nothing at all

True understanding is answering God’s call

The wine in my glass was once full to me

But long ago I have made the vessel empty

My friend was stoned and stoned I should be

For to some being high is heresy

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Tranquilizers

Tranquilizers

 

Herod had a party eating swine

Solidly drunk on the toxic wine

What do you need what’s the matter

Here’s John’s head on a silver platter

 

We are called the survivors

Dumped then pumped on tranquilizers

Red pills yellows pills give you smiles

Merrily mellow on tranquilizers

 

In the day room the zombies rest

Semiconsciousness their blissful best

When will you visit when will you come

A little dizzy so dreary numb

 

We are called the survivors

Dumped then pumped on tranquilizers

Red pills yellows pills give you smiles

Merrily mellow on tranquilizers

 

They call it the evening news

A glass of sorrow drenched with the blues

Truth and lies mixed all to control

First goes the mind and next the soul

 

We are called the survivors

Dumped then pumped on tranquilizers

Red pills yellows pills give you smiles

Merrily mellow on tranquilizers

 

Be sure you fill out the forms three times

Why is modern poetry void of rhymes

I’m ready for a fight now is the hour

Some of us are strong others have the power

 

Pop stars words processed like can fruit

Prisoners in the institute

Surrender is the last blasphemy

Know ye the fruit ye shall be free

 

We are called the survivors

Dumped then pumped on tranquilizers

Red pills yellows pills give you smiles

Merrily mellow on tranquilizers

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