POEMS

Because building guitars conjures poems

Sweet Spot, the Sugar Dog

Sweet Spot chewed a ham bone
under the barrelhouse porch
The band upstairs was a-rockin
As the joint pitched back and forth

The horn-man blew an artery
The drummer blew a fuse
The sugar dog howled at the rising moon
And gave birth to the blues

Shoot The Moon

Like most things aimed toward Heaven
the rockets fell quite a bit short
The lead in the guitar
The fool's gold in the voice
The mercury under the keyboard's nails
The wrecking ball in the tom-tom
The 10 lb. of gravel in the bassman's shoe
That's why they never get to Heaven
That's why they rain on me and you!

Mr. Green (the Bar Fly)


The music is stuck forever in
the ancient glue on the tin ceiling and
the nowhere you have to go
is the nowhere that you've always been

Your head in the horn
your feet in the drum
your heart on the slow boat
while your fingers, they
smoke by themselves

Mona

What Mona gets, she doesn't want
& she probably don't want you
Unless you got a 4-10 tweed
cranked just this side of melted tubes

A set of 10s, a blue-note bend
Muddy's soul & BBs tears...
Pure desire, cool finesse, hot fire
and she might be yours for years!

Hawk And Raven

What the raven wants, he plots for
What the hawk wants, she just takes
My spool of gold thread
Your little red hen
or the Pig Nose off the Duchess's plate

A black-face Deluxe
down at the Frenzy Club
A wall of Marshalls in a storm
His heart, her soul,
aunt May's jelly roll
And your first and second born.

Dog Fish, Green Fish

Six fish, no cousins.
You just don’t see them in these waters, muddy!
Chased this way by an electrical storm
Out of school and looking for
Trouble or just a direction
home to the deep deep deep.​

ThE Deco-Fish

What's on the line
What's on the hook
What's in the net
What's on the fire
What's in the pan
Who's at the table
What's on the plate

What's on the tube
Oh, I've seen this before
it's like one of them
He's a bunch of others too
All different!

Cyborgian (Chrome Dome)

The clank and buzz
The hammer and saw
In loud we trust
In blood we draw
You can rust when you’re dead, iron head
Rock with me if you want to live, Chrome Dome

All-Mardi PartierS

Down in New Orleans where
the blues was born,
The Cradle of Jazz; the Land
Of Dreamy Dreams!
The French Quarters 'n
The All-Mardi Dollars!
Down in New Orleans,
where the, where the, where
the moon's drunk and rises smiling.
Down in New Orleans where
Yes, by the Saints,
that mask is You!

Trouble BrotherS

To know the road
is to live the miles
To know where trouble comes from
means you ain't been just a visitor
The right note in
the right place at the right time
Tells it all
And where it's all told
trouble follows
So there's the road and the miles
and the miles and the note
and the note and the trouble
And there's the life​

The Sweet and Hot PepperS

You are what you eat.
Are you hot?
Are you sweet?
Is there salsa in your step?
Is there fire in your head?
Can you move your feet to
the habanera beat?
How can you sit in this kind of heat
When shaking your ass is the only relief

Stratoconstrictor

The devil snuck back to the garden
to find his old lost skin
reflected in the crystal moon
shining down on him.

"What's that old snake up to now?"
He heard the angels' jealous moan.
"I got two souls with one apple," he said,
"I'll steal the rest with rock & roll!"

Scare Crow and Scared Crows

In the haunted landscape
The crow pulls the strings
Grim black feathers flush in panic
From grim yellow teeth
Man-made horrors in every
single surreal dream
Nightmares in the barnyard
When magpie steals the ring

FAT ASS DRAGON

The tuck and roll hide
The laser breath of fire
The sweaty wings to cool the ass
can’t cool one fat thing
And this freak sure as hell can’t fly

It’s hot every step you take
There’s fire every where
Where’s that ice age I read about in the cave
while I was roasting people by the pair?

Ah, let’s just face it, between you and me,
This is as hot as I wanna be!

Carp 'n CoD

When you first taste the cold points of the fisherman’s wire
Or feel the web of the drift net getting tighter and tighter
The stun of high voltage
Or the chemical jolt
That leaves you frozen and paralyzed
And barely afloat
Think of the nights that flowed into days
Fueled by loud Rock & Roll
In beautiful wave after wave
​

OCTO-FISH

A bottom feeder frenzy!
One plain down in the muck
cold as a clam
dead as a mackerel
wet as a blue stone in the red sea
true as the moon
plays the tide
wonder of the deep

Just add electricity

The Big Chief and the Zulu Queen

Last Summer, Herb took my picture with all
the Indians at the Ramada so
now we're back here at Mardi-Gras and
there's all these other kind of Indians
I tried to give one of them my room keys and
told Herb to find his own little pocahontas
he says are you crazy, but he
drools at this girl he's been drooling at while
Feather-man, I called him Mr. Feathers, he gives
me this look like I'm totally from Mars and
walks off with this absolutely beautiful like
African goddess
so now here's 20 bucks
I absolutely must have
your umbrella
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