Ah, she had lips as smooth as oil
and posi-traction independent axle hips
snakey eyes with a gleaming sheen
and a black widow tattoo on her ass
but I never worried about the web
she wove or the venom of her bite
man! she was slick and tight!
Well... good sex only goes so far
after the eviction and cheap motels
then all those nights sleeping in the car
we found a room-four dollars a day
after three days she slipped away
I was left with a half-pint of cheap booze
between the heroin and vodka and
possible demon possession
my confession is I was kind of relieved
even though she left me holding
nothing but a bottle full of the blues.
The Poet
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Vous Voulez? by Ronald S Porter ©2014
You called it "making soup"
when we had sex
and we shared the joke and
secret understanding
I taught you a few latin words
while you teased me in French
your grand mamam approved of me
your mother hoped we'd marry
but your love was only a symbol
of youthful rebellion
and search for identity
mine was nothing more or less
than my desire for a dream
we sprouted in spring
blossomed in summer
and in autumn withered
like the leaves that fell
and blew away in the wind
a warning of winter to come
it was but a few days
yet for that few
it was all day every day
and Love was
teasing secrets
language lessons, laughter and
a big hot bowl of soup
when we had sex
and we shared the joke and
secret understanding
I taught you a few latin words
while you teased me in French
your grand mamam approved of me
your mother hoped we'd marry
but your love was only a symbol
of youthful rebellion
and search for identity
mine was nothing more or less
than my desire for a dream
we sprouted in spring
blossomed in summer
and in autumn withered
like the leaves that fell
and blew away in the wind
a warning of winter to come
it was but a few days
yet for that few
it was all day every day
and Love was
teasing secrets
language lessons, laughter and
a big hot bowl of soup
Friday, January 24, 2014
Bottle Goods To Go by Ronald Porter ©2014
I was drinking away my memories
of the latest love affair gone wrong,
listening to my favorite sad song,
down at that bar, on Four Corners,
where hopes and dreams go to die.
Then she came walking in the door
fine frame, pretty face, long red hair
and a psychotic gleam in her eye.
She ordered a triple; drained the glass;
dropped a coin in the music machine.
Man! Could she ever shake her ass!
While we were talking, I detected
some sort of short circuit in her brain.
But, when she whispered into my ear,
I hurried up to finish my beer.
'Cause, she made an offer to ease my pain.
I grabbed my coat, ready to go
called over a bartender named Joe
And said Before I leave, I believe
I want two shots of misery
and a case of heartbreak to go.
of the latest love affair gone wrong,
listening to my favorite sad song,
down at that bar, on Four Corners,
where hopes and dreams go to die.
Then she came walking in the door
fine frame, pretty face, long red hair
and a psychotic gleam in her eye.
She ordered a triple; drained the glass;
dropped a coin in the music machine.
Man! Could she ever shake her ass!
While we were talking, I detected
some sort of short circuit in her brain.
But, when she whispered into my ear,
I hurried up to finish my beer.
'Cause, she made an offer to ease my pain.
I grabbed my coat, ready to go
called over a bartender named Joe
And said Before I leave, I believe
I want two shots of misery
and a case of heartbreak to go.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Little Bunny Foo Foo by Ronald S Porter ©2013
Bunnies! Field mice
We are all Foo Foo
And, yet, none are William Shatner...
Head bopping in forests green
We must end
Animal on animal violence
Animal
on animal violins
will we fiddle
while gnomes burn?
Are we Nero
or nearer, Nay!
I am Batman; I am Scatman
Carruthers. All are brothers.
I am Ironman
I am the Walrus
We are the wall... standing
among the field mice
bop them in the head
bop them in the head
bop them! in the head!
kill whitey
kill the infidels
kill the lights dude
slap a ho....
for peace
We are all Foo Foo
And, yet, none are William Shatner...
Head bopping in forests green
We must end
Animal on animal violence
Animal
on animal violins
will we fiddle
while gnomes burn?
Are we Nero
or nearer, Nay!
I am Batman; I am Scatman
Carruthers. All are brothers.
I am Ironman
I am the Walrus
We are the wall... standing
among the field mice
bop them in the head
bop them in the head
bop them! in the head!
kill whitey
kill the infidels
kill the lights dude
slap a ho....
for peace
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Opened Windows by Ron Porter ©2012
Oh! The warm and velvet nights
naked figures moved in darkened rooms
sometime a flickering candle flame
chased silhouettes across the wall
incense smoked the air with perfume
secret words were spoken low
with quiet intensity
while all the opened windows
admitted the traffic sounds
and the occasional
cooling summer breeze
naked figures moved in darkened rooms
sometime a flickering candle flame
chased silhouettes across the wall
incense smoked the air with perfume
secret words were spoken low
with quiet intensity
while all the opened windows
admitted the traffic sounds
and the occasional
cooling summer breeze
When You Figure It Out, Explain It To Me by Ron Porter ©2013
put me on a roller coaster
prop me up in a popup tosater
cook me up in a turkey roaster
I am just alone for the ride
set me adrift in an oarless boat
lock me in a castle behind a moat
take me to the circus so i can vote
I don't have anything to hide
leave me stranded in deep snow
take me where the wild things grow
abandon me where the cold winds blow
I will still find where it's warm inside
You can take a chance
You can steal my pants
But I'll keep my car-keys and my pride
So stop being so got-damned snide!
prop me up in a popup tosater
cook me up in a turkey roaster
I am just alone for the ride
set me adrift in an oarless boat
lock me in a castle behind a moat
take me to the circus so i can vote
I don't have anything to hide
leave me stranded in deep snow
take me where the wild things grow
abandon me where the cold winds blow
I will still find where it's warm inside
You can take a chance
You can steal my pants
But I'll keep my car-keys and my pride
So stop being so got-damned snide!
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Cool Room, Summer 1973 by Ron Porter ©2013
Up the stairs, the room was cool
when summer blazed outside.
And, even on the sunniest days,
inside it was shadowed and dim.
Victor, with his hat pulled low
grinned on the sofa and played guitar.
Betty was in the kichen humming,
making a dinner for two.
The only member of the quartet
not present was always you.
The records we played and another
cold beer kept me from going insane.
'Cause though I was terminally hip
and, always cool on the surface,
I was estranged from the woman I loved,
and stayed all torn up inside.
I fought to not fight, got high all night,
and once even publicly cried.
So many nights, I made my way home
across the Humboldt Street bridge alone-
to lie awake in my childhood bed
telling myself that I did not care,
until finally I could fall asleep
as morning lightened the sky.
Later I'd make my way back
to the cool, dim room up the stairs,
and go through the motions, one more day
and pretend that I was all right.
when summer blazed outside.
And, even on the sunniest days,
inside it was shadowed and dim.
Victor, with his hat pulled low
grinned on the sofa and played guitar.
Betty was in the kichen humming,
making a dinner for two.
The only member of the quartet
not present was always you.
The records we played and another
cold beer kept me from going insane.
'Cause though I was terminally hip
and, always cool on the surface,
I was estranged from the woman I loved,
and stayed all torn up inside.
I fought to not fight, got high all night,
and once even publicly cried.
So many nights, I made my way home
across the Humboldt Street bridge alone-
to lie awake in my childhood bed
telling myself that I did not care,
until finally I could fall asleep
as morning lightened the sky.
Later I'd make my way back
to the cool, dim room up the stairs,
and go through the motions, one more day
and pretend that I was all right.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
For A Rainy Day by Ron Porter ©2013
skin the color of honey
she had cat's eyes
and laughter like a song
every time she walked
it looked like she was dancing
whispers of affection
like silk caressing skin
she liked pillow talk and sin
I knew she wouldn't stay
but I drank deep
my share of love
and saved my tears
for a rainy day.
she had cat's eyes
and laughter like a song
every time she walked
it looked like she was dancing
whispers of affection
like silk caressing skin
she liked pillow talk and sin
I knew she wouldn't stay
but I drank deep
my share of love
and saved my tears
for a rainy day.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
A Brief History by Ron Porter ©2013
erratic beat, out of rhythm
lovesick hearts don't dance
you traded love for indulgence
I went and lived by the sea
factory work grew your money
high rise housing and cocaine
the street rose up and took me
oh but the weather was nice
i abdicated before the coup
gone like a thief in the night
good to be back home
you said home was your arms
my feet didn't fit the shoes
no need to look nothing to see
the phone calls lost their lure
you used up the fool in me
lovesick hearts don't dance
you traded love for indulgence
I went and lived by the sea
factory work grew your money
high rise housing and cocaine
the street rose up and took me
oh but the weather was nice
i abdicated before the coup
gone like a thief in the night
good to be back home
you said home was your arms
my feet didn't fit the shoes
no need to look nothing to see
the phone calls lost their lure
you used up the fool in me
Restless Souls #4 by Ron Porter ©2013
There's a bar down at Four Corners
where good dreams go to die.
The place is dingy and dirty and
the back is dark enough
nobody sees the tears if you cry.
They got misery on tap
for fifty-five cents on a glass.
You can maybe get laid
or maybe get played;
On a wild night you just might
have somebody kick your ass.
The smell is always a little sour;
There is never any happy hour.
The minds are all bleary;
all the hearts are full of holes
and, if you look outside
the streets are paved with restless souls.
where good dreams go to die.
The place is dingy and dirty and
the back is dark enough
nobody sees the tears if you cry.
They got misery on tap
for fifty-five cents on a glass.
You can maybe get laid
or maybe get played;
On a wild night you just might
have somebody kick your ass.
The smell is always a little sour;
There is never any happy hour.
The minds are all bleary;
all the hearts are full of holes
and, if you look outside
the streets are paved with restless souls.
Restless Souls #5 by Ron Porter ©2013
failed hopes line up at the bar
to drink away the bitter taste
of dreams that never flew too far
frustration reeks! disappointment leaks
to rise with secondhand streams
of cigarette smoke, man what a joke!
money talks and bullshit strolls
and, the street is paved with restless souls
unreal expectations crowd the floor
moving to the music-the mating dance
with vain visions of romance
as the girls size up the fellas
there ain't no more cinderellas
happy ending? not even a chance
every smile is a lie as they play the roles
outside, the streets are paved with restless souls
the rubberneckers crowd the stage
all caught up in in hormonal rage
on the beat with the bump and grind
man she's a looker, maybe she's a hooker
is she looking at me or
is that all in my mind
man she sure can work them poles
filled with lusty alcoholic glow
and the streets are paved with
aw hell, you know....
to drink away the bitter taste
of dreams that never flew too far
frustration reeks! disappointment leaks
to rise with secondhand streams
of cigarette smoke, man what a joke!
money talks and bullshit strolls
and, the street is paved with restless souls
unreal expectations crowd the floor
moving to the music-the mating dance
with vain visions of romance
as the girls size up the fellas
there ain't no more cinderellas
happy ending? not even a chance
every smile is a lie as they play the roles
outside, the streets are paved with restless souls
the rubberneckers crowd the stage
all caught up in in hormonal rage
on the beat with the bump and grind
man she's a looker, maybe she's a hooker
is she looking at me or
is that all in my mind
man she sure can work them poles
filled with lusty alcoholic glow
and the streets are paved with
aw hell, you know....
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Wow! This One Surprised Me by Ron Porter ©2013
Sailing ships; potato chips,
leather clad women snapping whips.
Blood drips from fingertips
my legs gone-up to the hips.
I know that I am dreaming;
mentally I shake myself awake;
look around for the pills I take.
I look down and start to shake
My bed looks like a blood filled lake.
I lift my covers and,
then comes the screaming....
leather clad women snapping whips.
Blood drips from fingertips
my legs gone-up to the hips.
I know that I am dreaming;
mentally I shake myself awake;
look around for the pills I take.
I look down and start to shake
My bed looks like a blood filled lake.
I lift my covers and,
then comes the screaming....
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Black Night Bleeding by Ron Porter ©2013
somewhere in my black night neighborhood
somebody plays an old sad song
someone who's been wounded in love
i can tell cause he plays it over and,
over, and over again
like a repeated prayer to bring her back
or at least to relieve the pain
and, a group of old dudes in the alley
pass a bottle of Mad Dog and talk
about how they were slick and cool
way back in the day when they
were kings of the street;
how good they hustled pool
And, hope walks with a limp
through yards without fences, looking
for anybody who still believes
siens cut the night like a blue steel
double-edged, hollow ground razor
and the black night starts to bleed...
somebody plays an old sad song
someone who's been wounded in love
i can tell cause he plays it over and,
over, and over again
like a repeated prayer to bring her back
or at least to relieve the pain
and, a group of old dudes in the alley
pass a bottle of Mad Dog and talk
about how they were slick and cool
way back in the day when they
were kings of the street;
how good they hustled pool
And, hope walks with a limp
through yards without fences, looking
for anybody who still believes
siens cut the night like a blue steel
double-edged, hollow ground razor
and the black night starts to bleed...
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Lady Love by Ron Porter, a Pantoum © 2013
Lady
Love - She winked at me
I
was shaken by surprise
Rapture,
transported, suddenly
I
saw life through brand new eyes.
I
was shaken by surprise
Purple
curls and eyes of green
I
saw life through different eyes
Prettiest
smile I’d ever seen.
Purple
curls and eyes of green
I
was conquered by her charms
Prettiest
smile I’d ever seen
Heaven
waited in her arms
I
was conquered by her charms
Joy
dismissed all my old sorrows
Heaven
waited in her arms
She
is promised all my tomorrows
Joy
dismissed all my old sorrows
Love
she offered for eternity
She
is promised all my tomorrows
Lady
Love; She winked at me.
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