Time

Time


Don’t tell me
You’ve heard it before
‘Cause you haven’t heard my side
Don’t tell me
You’ve seen it before
You haven’t even looked
Into my eyes
As you thrive on hatred
My flesh will be scarred
You brew your
Plastic factories
As I frame in your tomb
As you breed like mad
I see overpopulation
Dark clouds of gloom
Don’t tell me
You know what I mean
You’ve not even a clue
The thought that we
Tread on borrowed time
Is so painfully true


Jimbo 10-18-99
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Thoughts (short)

Thoughts


Cruise boats dump shit in the seas
There is acid rain in the breeze
Nuclear waste buried in the land
Suicide whales beached on the sand
Pesticides and chemicals
In the ground water now
People drop dead,blamed on the mad cow
Woodlands leveled,make way for cars
Enter the drunk as he exits the bar

Jimbo
10-18-99

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Lonely Chair

Lonely Chair


Sitting in the lonely chair
Gazing out a sliding glass door
Immobilized in a stupor
My skin dry, and somewhat sore
The dirty plate glass clouds my view
Sun and shade are mixed into one
Chicken noodle soup long past ate
In my cave i hide from the sun
I miss my woman, miss her so much
She's all I can see from this lonely chair
The tree disappears along with the sun and the shade
Instead i see Melody even though she's not there
I see her with a short conservative dress
Eating fresh cherries right from the stems
Her hair hangs long and golden
And her eyes are sparkling like gems
She seems to beckon with outstretched arms
Her lips are moving but the words i cannot hear
The dirty glass buffers the sounds
As i sit in this god forsaken lonely chair
I scream at the glass, "I Love You"
"I love you Melody, can't you hear what i say"?
She is still talking with a tear in her eye
With a wave of her hand she turns away
"Don't leave me Melody, Please not yet"
The words bounce off the glass, as she walks out of view
Why she has left me, it's hard to say
Left in her place is only this mornings dew
Again i see the tree, sun and shade
My beautiful woman is in Joplin, she was never here
It was all in my mind, I'm sorry to admit
Conceived in my brain as i sat in the lonely chair


Jimbo
Sat. 8-14-99

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A View From My Room

A View From My Room


Old digital alarm clock
120 C.D.s full of rock
Dried up magenta colored rose
A basket full of clean clothes
Early Blazer rear seat
Two moccasins on my feet
Feathers from birds that sing
My girlfriends dishes and G-string
Radio receiver, cable TV
An eleven foot pole i cut from a tree
Stacks upon stacks of unopened mail
Four bags of charcoal i found on sale
Cordless drill, circular saw
Misc. handtools, blah, blah, blah

Jimbo
4-28-99
9:42:43pm

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The Red-Bird and the Taurus

The Red-Bird and the Taurus

I view the red-bird
and see it fly
I lick my girl
until my mouth goes dry
I hear the cardinal
call unto it's mate
I need to come
but choose to wait
The bird sings to me
But I do not understand
The woman touches me
with her loving hand
The bird is my messenger
The girl has my heart
When I move on down the road
The bird, girl and I
will have to part

Jimbo
3-28-99
(2:25AM)

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