America! Out on a Limb

These days America is looking bleak,
Revolution’s in the air, can’t you tell?
It’s time Americans stood up to speak.

We’re getting tired taking it on the cheek,
Hussein’s incompetence is our death knell,
These days America is looking bleak.

Freedom is being eroded each week.
Look’s like we’re in for a very long spell,
It’s time Americans stood up to speak.

Talking nonsense to us is his technique,
And each day all his cool words start to smell,
These days America is looking bleak.

We won the election he almost shrieks,
And the constitution we bid farewell,
It’s time Americans stood up to speak.

Come next November we will end his streak,
Conservative Congress will be his hell.
These days America is looking bleak,
It’s time Americans stood up to speak.

©July 30, 2010 /Jerry Pat Bolton

Don Juan of the Mind

I'd start making my rounds around midday,
And haunt the bars until the midnight hour,
Leaving nothing to chance I'd stalk my prey,
The lovelies were out there and on display,
My aim was to pick a pretty flower.

A man of leisure was I way back then,
I tread the nightly haunts with smile and guile,
I searched and I searched for a perfect ten,
And each conquest I made I'd say amen.
I soon had them swooning, that was my style.

Marvelous Mitzi's fell under my charm,
Sweet lassie's for the pickings it was nice,
I had them all in a swoon for my arms,
Some said I was as hot as a five-alarm,
Picking 'em off at closing time, my vice.

At closing time they were all movie stars,
Fair-haired and so lovely were my conquests,
It wasn't 'til morning things got bizarre,
My movie star turned into Rosanne Barr,
And I swear some had hair upon their breasts.

July 3, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton

Crows on a Wire

its clear to me the light pole wire is full
again
squawking crows
littering the ground beneath them
foul droppings
from Satan’s minions
perched atop the wire
which droops from weight of the imps
spawned by commit a blasphemous devilish curse
insolence on parade
communicating to each other
foreign to everyone and everything
other birds cannot understand their gibberish
and steer clear
from the bullies of the backyard
paranoid way of thinking
maybe
maybe not
foul, evil blackbirds
crows
from the sky descended
perched upon that wire
by prearranged petition
oh, a cold wind
blows throughout my soul
their eyes
beady and Satanish
measure me as they were sighting
down a gun barrel
what a dark place id live
with these wretched birds
they’ve been coming
every afternoon
now for three weeks
waiting
watching
what little soul I have left
for them to pick it apart
somewhere in the distance
the lonesome scream of a southbound freight
wish I could catch it
scrunch up in the corner of boxcar
away from the crows
it has been some time in coming
this great fear
fear so immense
I feel like my skull will soon split open
arteries will crack and come apart
blood pour through my nose
the doo-ron-ron background music
filters in my brain
old nineteen-fifties album
colored girls singing
can’t remember their name
the music
only thing that soothes my heartbeat
upsets the crows too
that’s why I put it on
keeps them at bay, or it seems to
but
I don’t know
for how long

©July 28, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton

Be Careful

when you decide
for whatever reason
to
"get over" on someone
maybe you should rethink
even modify
your dastardly plan
'cuz see
karma is a kickass muthafucker
oh
need another cliché
how bout
what goes around comes around
when you test
certain individuals
a tad too much
they will kick back
in places
in situations
you'd never guess
let's just say
you're stupid enough
to have your home address
and
telephone listed in the old phone book
huumm
lots of possibilities there
wouldn’t you say
course none of my meanderings
mean much
to anyone I guess
except for one person

you

©July 5, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton

To The One I Loved The Best

If I could, I'd forfeit my life for you,
You gave me understanding, you stood tall,
I see your face so innocent and true.

In those turbulent years you were the glue,
You were white picket fence, I, downtown brawl,
If I could, I'd forfeit my life for you.

If God is in Heaven, you're in his queue.
Your sweet name will be subscribed on that wall,
I see your face so innocent and true.

If I could conjure you back into view,
I would stand up for you, never to crawl,
If I could I'd forfeit my life for you.

But I cannot and that that gives me the blues,
Sometimes I want to sit down and bawl,
I see your face so innocent and true.

A nomadic life was all that I knew,
I think back to those days when I was small.
I see your face so innocent and true,
If I could I'd forfeit my life for you.

©July 16, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton

The Storm That Couldn’t and Next November’s Election

If we got thirty drops of rain from Tropical Storm Bonnie I’d consider it a flood. Just kidding. As I watched the Weather Channel on the computer as Bonnie tried and failed miserably to make herself into a full grown hurricane I was again grateful I don’t have cable. Or disk. I have a television, but when I moved in April of 2009 I refused all offers of television hookups. As I said, the little storm that couldn’t made me happy that I had chosen to be with television. I would have been screaming at it, maybe throwing something at it, and generally be downright irked about the coverage of Bonnie. Because I have seen it so many, many times before, the constant coverage with anchors and anchorites spouting off inane comments and trying to be all worried about the storm. Don’t kid yourself. They aren’t worried about the storm and how it will affect millions of peoples lives, oh no, they secretly want it to be a Category 5 monster, Katrina-like storm. I am convinced that is true.

Everyone seems to be holding their collective breaths waiting for this coming November’s mid-term elections. The Democrats are worried, as well they should be, that they will lose both the House and the Senate. Although I am not a political science major, nor am I an expert, I thought Bill Clinton would lose both times he ran for president, I have a problem with whoever wins in November. Oh, about Hussein’s (I refuse to call him Obama) victory in o8? I did predict that he would win. It was a done deal. The Republicans had no one to run against him, but I’m not too sure Ronald Reagan could have pulled off a victory in that race. Ah, race. The key word here. If Hussein has been a white man McCain might have stood a chance, but he wasn’t and he didn’t.

What has me scratching my head thinking about the coming political races this November is not will the Republicans win, and win convincingly, but what happens after these newly elected Republicans will do when they march into Washington with the support of a large majority of Americans. Even those who are determined to hold the line on their conservative views, and try to strip away some of the horrendous things Hussein and the Democrat controlled congress had shoved down the throats of America. Washington has a way of turning the heads and changing the political bent of far too many so-called conservatives. For instance, the new Republican senator from Massachusetts, Scott Brown. He owes his victory to the Tea Party and yet he has already voted against the Republicans on at least two key issues.

I fear for America.