The Day I Made Bob Dylan Laugh

July8

The Day I Made Bob Dylan Laugh

We were on Highway 61
Feeling Forever Young
Talking about The Changing of The Guard
And a Rain That Was Gonna Fall Hard

Then he looked at me and I did say
Are we on the path
Or Only A Pawn In Their Game?
The day I made Bob Dylan laugh

It looked like a Hurricane
When I said, “Everyone Must get Stoned”
Then I whispered, “Is Our Love In Vain?”
He said, “Go ask Mr. Jones”

He said he’d never felt better
Before or aft
That was the day
I made Bob Dylan Laugh

We were Watching The River Flow
When in the Wind An Answer Did Blow
It said Quinn The Eskimo
Is hosting a party on Desolation Row

That was A Simple Twist Of Fate
Because All I Really Wanted To Do
Was Take Shelter From the Storm
To avoid The Subterranean Homesick Blues

He said, “Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright”
We are going to the bash
It was On A Night Like This
I made Bob Dylan Laugh

We looked out All Along The Watchtower
We had God On Our Side
When Mr. Tambourine Man stopped concerned
On the bike he did ride

“Hey, we’re okay, We Shall Be Released
That was no Idiot Wind
Then Absolutely Sweet Marie
Drove up, smiled and said, “Get in”

“Oh, You Angel you
We Were Tangled Up In Blue
We Wouldn’t Be Going Nowhere
If Not For You”

We got in Like Rolling Stones
Never happier by half
I called Isis on the phone
The day I made Bob Dylan laugh

Now we were Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
As I nudged him with my staff
I said, “Senor, ain’t that Just Like A Woman?
The day I made Bob Dylan laugh

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Major League Heart

July8

Major League Heart

The fortunes I’ve squandered have hit me real hard
Now they’re just fodder for this rambling bard
And the love I’ve laid to waste
Leaves me yearning for another taste

I’m an average guy of average means
On paper I’m not worth a hill of beans
I don’t have money to buy you a ring
I even had to borrow this voice to sing

I don’t have the looks of a centerfold
I’m crude and a little too bold
My life sure ain’t no work of art
I’m just a minor leaguer with a major league heart

I woke up this morning, jumped out of bed
Ah, the crazy things I’ve done and said
But I take every day as a brand new start
I’m a minor leaguer with a major league heart

I’ve taken many a costly fall
But I rebound by walking tall
At least I have this life to toast
There’s not much else I can boast

When I was born they broke the mold
At least that’s what I’ve been told
Me and adventure, you’ll never keep us apart
I’m a minor leaguer with a major league heart

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I Want You

July8

I Want You

I want to hold you like a baby
And smell you like a flower
And cover you with gift wrap
I want to stroke you like a kitty

I want to sip you like a coco
Underneath a palm tree
And warm you like a fire
With snowflakes dancing on the window

I want to pull a star down from the heavens
And place it on your forehead
Light you like a candle
And dance inside the flame

I want to slide down a rainbow
And find you in the pot
Read you like a fable
And never put you down

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Never Say Never

July8

Never Say Never

What made you sick will bring you thrills
What filled you up will make you ill
That which you once adored
Soon may make you bored

One day you’ll be forced to sever
That which you always revered
You’ll see things with different eyes
What was truth is now lies

Never say never, fortunes change
Priorities get rearranged
Comes a time you’ll be so surprised
You’ll ask to be analyzed

It’s not a crime to change your mind
Because forever is a long, long time
Never say never, who can predict
How you’ll be getting your kicks?

Walk a mile in someone else’s shoes
Know why he does what he has to do
Never say never, things happen fast
One day you’re first, then you’re last

That which you loved you may disdain
What gave you pleasure now yields pain
Never say never, no, never say never
Because nothing lasts forever

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A Few Tears

July8

A Few Tears

What’s another few tears in this river
On this hazy night?
I don’t mind breaking down
It helps to clear my sight

Am I crying for me?
Am I crying for us?
I think I’m just crying
‘Cause sometimes I must

I just reach a point
Where my emotions converge
They clap like thunder
And then there’s a surge

What’s another few tears in this river
As I drop to my knees?
Let it take my pain
Right down to the sea

Am I crying for me?
Am I crying for us?
I think I’m just crying
‘Cause sometimes i must

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Lonely

July8

Lonely

I’m lonelier than the midnight hour
Lonelier than a desert flower
Lonelier than an old ghost town
Lonelier than the tears of a clown

I’m lonelier than the man on the moon
Lonelier than a Hank Williams tune
Lonelier than a lighthouse keeper
Lonelier than the grim reaper

I’ve been trying to get myself together
I’ve been subject to some stormy weather
I’ve been through times tougher than leather
I wish I could float away like a feather

I’m lonelier than a motherless child
Lonelier than the call of the wild
I can’t get used to it, it’s not my style
Been like this for quite a while

Never thought I’d have such desire
That my need would be so dire
That I’d be consumed by this fire
Stuck so long in this quagmire

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Dorian of Dover

July8

Dorian of Dover

We romped in the meadows as children often do
On summer afternoons under skies of brilliant hue
She was of the gentry, I but of the fields
She drank from golden goblets with a family seal

My family were tenant farmers for her father, the Lord
When he barked an order, his voice it fairly roared
Her mother was a raven beauty from the northern hills
Whose father was a miller when he wasn’t drunk or ill

Dorian’s benevolence was known by everyone
Her smile was the very essence of the sun
She used to race the deer just to have a little fun
The gods were surely pleased as their will was done

They frowned on our affections as we grew tall as weeds
They nipped our passion in the bud forecasting our needs
It was said about the county I was the comeliest swain
Just to cast their eyes on me caused the damsels pain

But I lived and breathed for only one as she did for me
Despite the song of our hearts, our union was not to be
The Lord arranged against our will for her to be wed
Though she protested that she’d rather be dead

My beloved was nothing, if not true to her word
I was bent over my hoe and collapsed when I heard
The echo of the blast from the Lord’s own firearm
And the eerie silence and ensuing calm

Not one day after she was buried, her father came to me
I had no choice, he insisted, but to go to sea
It’s been a generation since this story I could tell
If you really must know, it’s been a living hell

Oh, Dorian of Dover, but for a chest of gold
This lament would never have been told
Oh, Dorian of Dover, your splendor I never will forget
I see you on the horizon with every sun that sets

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Promise of the Day

July8

Promise of the Day

I can’t wipe the smile from my face
Today I love the human race
Was it the birds’ song at dawn
Or the dew reflecting off the emerald lawn?

(Was it) the innocent smile of that happy child
(Or) the dignified grace on that grandma’s face
It’s a feeling you can’t buy
It feels so good to be alive

I can’t really say
What’s making me feel this way
No, I can’t really say
It’s just the promise of the day

Maybe it’s the coming of spring
And all the hope of life it brings
But on a day like this, why ask why?
On a day like this you don’t even have to try

It’s nothing too profound
I don’t even know where I’m bound
I know, though, why I feel this way
It’s just the promise of the day

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A Smile

July7

A Smile

Who was it said you can’t
Get by just upon a smile?
I refute that statement
‘Cause i’ve been doing it all the while

You can take it anywhere
It’s the universal gift
You can flash it without fear
It gives everyone a lift

A smile is like a happy song
A smile is like a magic wand
A smile can forge a lasting bond
Give a smile your whole life long

It’s never out of style
It doesn’t cost a cent
It’ll last a million miles
As enduring as a covenant

It’s more precious than gold
Or anything you can own
It can’t be bought or sold
And it never gets old

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The Hypocrite

July7

The Hypocrite

I talk of love but I still hate
I talk of fairness but I judge
I talk of contentment and I complain
I say be here now but I’m not

I say forgive but I hold a grudge
I say relax but I’m wound up tight
I say it’s cool but I don’t speak my truth
I say I’m non-attached but I don’t let go

I throw stones I make bones
Sometimes I’m prone To moan and groan

I love god if and when it’s convenient
I preach giving and I hold back
I give advice that I don’t follow
I blame others when things go wrong

There’s a title for which I’m fit
And if you should call me it
I won’t take offense a bit
Say hello to the hypocrite

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Once upon a time I was born in Boston to two warm affectionate extended Greek families. I embrace memories of being told daily that I was a beautiful boy and would grow up to be president and being nurtured and loved day and night in countless houses. (I am lucky.)

Confident, curious and outgoing, I sought friendship, recognition and adventure with gusto and abandon. (I’m not conceited.) In the USA’s oldest public school I wrote my first poem at  13. It was about baseball.

Profoundly and positively galvanized by sex, heart-opening herbs and drugs and music, I embarked at 17 on hitchhiking forays to Key West and San Francisco (I’m not gay), stayed away all summer wth little or no money and prayed (I’m not religious) until I cried that I could travel my whole life.

I have. And I do.

So, you’ll find contradictory pieces of me all over these verses. If you like them, show them to people: musicians, publishers, festival promoters, agents, dentists and dishwashers. (I’m not rich.)

I dress up and perform these poems solo, with drummers, dancers and all sorts of creative characters. (I’m ready for action.)

To accommodate what you might be more or less interested in, we have sorted the poems by subject, not always an exact science, as you’ll discover.

My goal with this site is, of course, to be read and, perhaps, profit by what I love doing. Ultimately, though, it’s all about reciting them everywhere and sharing ideas and feelings in this big little world.

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