The Right Column

Woodchuck Day?

Ground hogs are not weathermen!

Bright day now! A little bit chilly.

I've got a bunch of tracks to share, I may have them sooner but I'm scared, in one sense, but what does it matter, patter?

Sun Studios, Memphis, Tennesee
Sound City, Sunny, 
California.


What is this Chitter Chatter?
What does it matter, Patter?
You're going to make cake with this batter.
Your wall has blender splatter.

What is it that you make?
Are you sure that these things aren't fake?
When did you last need to rake?
Is it a duck or a drake?

What does it matter, Patter?
why is it that you're sadder?
We can get through this matter.
Put some food on your platter. (a rhyme that hurts! Poet's ouch award of the day).


The Hoverboo (TM) Cradle
My baby Boo
can hover too
in his baby cradle
he holds a ladel
Hovering Baby Boo
Way up over Yosemete Falls
On a semi cloudy day
Hovering Baby Beau!
Hovering Baby,
     look at where 
         you can go!

He dips his ladel down
He makes a cooing sound
He drinks clean water like a clown
Hundreds of feet above the ground.


Next he hovers back to his mom
who through this has been calm.
Cause he's always been a joy,
her happy laughy Billy Boy.


He is in a craddling HoverBoo (TM)

Constant edit! Often not even to publish because it would need too much editing.

It's February again. Badger Day? No. Wolverine Day? Hedge-hog day? 
Ground Hog Day! That's it. 2015. 
Today we got to see a famous politician, who is named Shameless,
nuzzling with a Badger, hedgehog, Ground Hog.

If you want to lead, act like a leader.
The deal there, so it seems to me, and this
is so unsubstantiated as to not even matter,
the guy is a product of the nepotocracy and is
almost clueless as to how rediculous he appears to
the public.

His chances on the national stage?
He goes on with his 'deer in the headlines' shistik.

He's just not up for the task. And he was just elected.



Feb 3, 2015

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more to come as the season demands.

Who'da think that a guy,
at the age of 38,
would just be having
his first heartbreak?



game screaming
jump and die.
crash and burn.
what the fowl
why won't you learn?
That's not the way to play the game!
No one wins when you play like that.
Where's my coat? Let me grab my hat.
I'll hail a cab or take the train
I can't play like this, multiplying pain!

Even with that, even so, little Tyllee couldn't
reign in his mean,
his penchant for
attacking the other players of the game.
It got so none of the other gamers
wanted to be around him
even virtually.

Please visit my DEMOS

You've got that
deer in the headlights
look about you.

You've got that
deer in the headlights!
Look about you!

You've got that 
deer in the headlights
look
I don't know why
you're such a crook

I always thought we were
mishh-took
I don't know why you're such a crook.
Why don't you give back
what you took?


He's got that 
deer in the headlights
look 
I don't know why he's such a schhhnook
I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why
he just went and he got high
I don't know why
I don't know why
the papers say that he's their guy
I don't know why
I don't know why

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Music music music music music music!

I would love to share a picture or two of the maestro:

Mr. Brian Wilson, Oct 2014, Modesto, CA

Mr. Al Jardine, Oct 2014, Modesto, CA

These guys gave a great show!

When the game ended
he wasn't sure for a while
what to do
now that he couldn't
pretend to be in LA
and living in a highrise,
so beautiful, 
in it's Mar's Hotel quality
rockstars and slutty fallen angel
         child stars 
    all around, oh
   naughty naughty.

and if I want to 'draw a helicopter'
      as he called it
   and do something that,
    in the real world would get you
         put in prison
 or executed on the spot (not condoning, just describing
                           truth will let 
                              people be thriving.
                          work together!
                             stop your jiving. (poets ouch award))
 Don't you have enough
because you really have a lot.
 Have you had a good enough time?
    Now what is it you've got?

But it was all in the game.
And the game was over forever.
Now he needs to go out
and live in the real world.

If you live in a virtual world
you, too, could live in the 
Mars Hotel quality appartment
building, maybe looks something like
this:
You, too can go live in Sunny, California

You, too can go live in Sunny, California

3:496 P.M. EST, Feb 2, 2015


clean water, even for enemies.
delete your delusions.

Celebrate 
 Christ!  

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       We spin
    our story
   to please you
but not to pander
and not to make you break down
or feel hurt
but how could we stop it
if it needed to be drained out
oh catharsis! oh, spell-checker!
oh heartbreaks that we can not evade!


Journey to Memphis

The mistake of race 
(meaning the mistake of hating people because of race)
the joy of difference

Detour in Louisville

A three hour convention lasts for the rest of his life.
By mistake he stopped 
not in a 
“rest area”
but in a 
“rest of your life area”.

Please insert inanity and banal 
ridiculousness into the box provided.
How? I don't know? 
Print it and use a pencil.

Crayons will work too.

You could use 
a sharpie 
on your screen.

(please don't really use a sharpie on your screen)
Jan 22, 2014

Please visit my DEMOS

Not this song again
 being a song without words

Not
This 
Song again

Not 
This
Song again

Honey dear
You just don't know
how much
I love you
And I have got to tell you now
how I feel.

You run away
off to do a lifetime's loving
and you never hardly 
come my way.

Not 
This
Song Again.

Baby doll,
you had best just catch me
next time
Cause I've got things to do
and songs to play.

Sweetie-dear
it's not that I don't still love you
It's just that there are other people
right here 
today.

Not 
This 
Song again.

And out in the hills you see the mountains
in the mountains you see the town
in the town they watch the ocean
hypnotized by the swelling sound

Not 
This 
Song again.

Where no body even knows how it goes.
If you fall in love nobdoy else ever knows
you chase the dream
    chase the dream
   of the special her
and through fifty thousand lifetimes
it all just seems a blur
 (not this song again)
I can't be that guy
        be that guy
who when you snap
   I have to run to the tap
     for you.
 you call me up
     call me up
  get me to come
           running over
         forget about the beauty of the clover
    of mountain streams
        you never cease to tell me that my dreams
                will not come true,
          at least not 
       with you
and I can't keep coming back to face you
 always turning away.

Not
   this
          song
                     again.

I won't be your boddhisattva
        here today
 there are other people anyway
   what you do
   what you say . . .

  Not this song again.


Buddy says that his
    songs don't mean
        anything

He kinda knows that they 
    probably do

If you have to play something,
 play something beautiful

And maybe then some lovers'
 dreams'll come true
          note: (lovers' : pronounce lovers-zizz, 
            the posessive of the pluralized noun, 
            two lovers have their dreams come true
                 dreams'll come true:
                    dreams will come true
               ) 


The song goes on and the audience
never quite hears the words
the guitar wails
Some in the crowd leave.
It's a good time to go and
uses the bather rooms,
that's probably what they went to do.
   
He plays his song forever
and never ever knows
the rivuletting canyons
in which his sound grows.

He echos rolling thunder
he understands the storm.
You have to do more than 'hunker down'
if you want to keep warm.

The crowd will move forever
towards the open door
and the wide world outside the concert
the land of always more.

    Fear the Lord ~ ⏲⏱⏰⏲⏱⏰⏰⏲⏱⏰⏰
 But He's always good to you ~ ; )
     so


 

Praise the Lord!

Oh, ya, she put the 'yum'
                 in 'yummery'.
Do you need a summary?
 Don't wonder what's
  become of me.
              

I got nothing more