Folderol

Move the dust
Move the dirt
Turf allover earth
Good and plenty
Good and contented

Drive bayside surf
smile like pappy
say goodnight
Listenin’ t’ crickets’
Who abide alight
Long way to domicile
Slick escape maybe
Environmental selection
Condescension apprehension
Of virtual annihilation
No room in No-room Town
No room in NosmoKing Town
Plenty of Hey Baby in Boomtown
In heyday groups of 3 thou
Lackluster homely Crowd
Clankingly with no culture

Stomping grounds disappeared
railroad sank
what delivered rich from poor
re-rooted, re-routed
starting to stank
feels jaded
hardened, less luminous
once unashamedly cradled

Boulevards float trucks
on roots of ancient oaks
and chariots swerve
‘tween turrets of viaducts
Rarefracted, distracted doles
Flagged and pooped – sun struck

Language-barrier’d panic polls
baseless numberings and loud sounds,
Perverse logic destroys logic,
Places lost to mummers’ tolls
Cast down in hot summers
Amidst mob of sweat bolls

Monotony marmalade
There’s no room in No-room Town
Just for Faust and troll trade
No more room in Boomtown
Just seduction for Gretchen
In a How-Town folderol

PD | ©Darnell 2007

Patrick

by Patrick Darnell


Numb nuts
Buns, four-eyes
Pitter patter
Draftsman
Two-minutes
Barnsmell

Pete,
... Pat-er-ick
Patick Zio
Cognato Grandioso
Cuolo grande
Poindexter
P-Hole
Pitiful Case

Store Planner
Great-Gran’daddy of funk
Naked Party Chairman
Wanker less Tosser
Fly Half Rugger

Guard, Nose Tackle
Deep center
Specialist tugger
Engineer artist abashed
Advanced token
Donor self-harassed
Big Bird
Patrick

Pander-monium

It turns out
I was right
'n my microcosm
of pander





Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Basement

Water dripping
in a basement
smell of grout
smell of wetness




Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Out Patient

A case
too tricky
and anti-science
anti-logic
too clever
rolled up into
a bale of hay
captured energy
from glistening trays
of uneaten buffets

Vikings of Geisha boys
riding curved headed ships
paddled into mock joy
black-guarded low gips ...

Days of doggerel fashion
Fran questioned and found
only pain as
truth serum.

We are on the same side --
this a question
from a freak
who wants to
circumcise his own fingertips
Fran ran away
-- checked out.

To experience
Counter reality
with anxiety
in an out patient
sort of way.




Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Crazy Voice

[Impromptu Lyrics for this song at Guitar Ramble :: PRIBEK -- LINK]
by Pat Darnell

Crazy voice
I can’t tell
what you say

Your screams and cries
will make fruit bats
stammer, stagger and die.

Your creepy howl — please –
Don’t scare me now,
Later I gotta’ sleep.

Crazy voice, please cease,
You burn my lungs
When I breathe.

It’s okay, Crazy voice,
your chatter instead
is waking the bitter dead.

Crazy voice, it matters,
Your voice stabs me
like a thousand daggers

You’re causing here
a crazy stew —
Oh, yes you do.

And, Crazy voice
I can’t tell what it is
That you say …

It’s just possible
maybe I will …
but not today.


Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Living Vicarious through my Friend

I woke up this morning
could not remember my dreams
but ...Something was on my mind
and it made my feet move

When I woke up this morning
I said I had to get goin'
Get goin' outta this bog
Yes, had it on my mind.

I was tired of looking
out each and every way
for gators and wild hogs, and
snakes around shallow lakes

Diamond D and Circle K
got no more lure for me,
All those bog secrets
ain't scared of me ...
... sure 'nuff ain't scared of me.

Hopped in my Chevrolet
to see what I might see
and followed the rail
put my hair in a ponytail

Packed my axe and muscatel
drove to Tunica Mississippi
drove till I find a casino
while Blues spun on the radio

I woke up this morning
not a memory could I say
but knew I could not sit a spell
had to get on up out down this way

What happened next, you see,
In my mind I'll just keep it
what went down in Mississippi
Well, that there's top secret.





Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

When Bramble starts to Bloom

Check the clock
when the bramble starts to bloom
check my heart
when colors enter the room
look in the sky
when rose sharon finds her groom
listen to the land
when angels sing their tune
observe the bands
of red, yellow, pearl, and blue.


Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Mom's Living Room

Many a parlay went down here.
...thirty years of dusty guitars,
and a wurlitzer for Garth,
a boogie-woogie piano by the rogue's gallery.

More than several over-nighters...
several puppies, and a comfy chair
for anyone whose dogs are tired.

Don't show me this again,
until I am there beside you.
Mom will probably make a little more coffee.
Someone will tell an old joke
and there will be laughter.

Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

But as Dreams Go

I am one who
often dreams of
events before they happen

But as dreams go
events in them are misshapen

It may be years before
I recognize what those
dreams were for

But as Dreams go
Real life corrects them

And I usually smile
for I am safe;
miles from sleep

But as dreams go
New venues start collecting

Submission in sleep
alerts my intellect
to rigors in life

But as dreams go
I find this all enchanting.

Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Blues Pickin's

A little off the top
Now feather the neck hairs
Slide over to the side burns
trim those to the ears

Now lay some track
talcum yourself a soft brush
brush those hairs off my back
call my name out in a hush

and feather them neck hairs once more



Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Gettin’ from There to Here, listening to Coltrane and Friends

I got forty tons a haul
an’ no safe port of call
I asked my biz manager
whad’ he tho’t of it all

He said “Take it on up
to Choctaw Nation,
eh … all okay Mister Reginald”
-- just if you are a little patient

I'll Pick up 20 thousand yards
of rubble and trouble
settin’; up on side of a cliff
just for you at that station –

http://youtu.be/KW33ye4fPBA[Personnel: Sonny Rollins, John Coltrane (tenor sax), Red Garland (piano), Paul Chambers (bass), Philly Joe Jones (drums)]

I got plenty of sun
out of an Old Mexico run ….
and a red arm to show
I'm thrivin’ on that riff
easing into a Oklahoma snow

Listen'n to Ted Sonny Rollins –
don't he tell you about Jelly Roll Morton?
while you are on the road, tires flappin’
This perfect jazz is mad bitin’

You got no extra time to kiss
keepin’ it r’ill, with rubber on steel,
Till you be thrivin’ on that riff
ridin’ 40 tons of haul on wheels.




Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Welcome to the Grand Illusion

flytrap says:
March 31, 2011 at 6:40 am

Welcome to the grand illusion
Come on in and see whats happening
Pay the price, get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing

Suddenly your heart is pounding
Wishing secretly you were a star.
But don't be fooled by the radio
The TVor the magazines

They show you photographs of how your life should be
But they're just someone else's fantasy

So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because you never win the game
Just remember that its a grand illusion
And deep inside were all the same.
Were all the same…

So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because your neighbors got it made
Just remember that its a grand illusion
And deep inside were all the same.
Were all the same…

America spells competition "blind ambition"
Get yourself a brand new motor car
Someday soon well stop to ponder
...what on earth is this spell we're under
We made the grade
...Yet still we wonder
Who the hell we are

_______References
http://www.infowars.com/cost-of-libya-intervention-600-million-for-first-week-pentagon-says/
http://www.infowars.com/cost-of-libya-intervention-600-million-for-first-week-pentagon-says/comment-page-1/#comment-2445366

_______footnote: talksic_ says:
March 30, 2011 at 6:55 am
in a recession and we have 600 million to bomb another country. what a joke. looks like they care more about the libyan people then us. but to bad the u.s. is really over there to get a stronger strangle hold on the middle east and when were falling apart at home.