Poetry & Songs, by Charles Carreon

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Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 4:33 am

Jail Tale, by Charles Carreon



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When I was a little boy
On my daddy's knee
He told me we were livin'
In a democracy

Then I went off to high school
And took a civics class
They said the three-party system
Kicked socialism's ass

Now I'm paying taxes
And voting like I should
Won't somebody tell me
Why it don't do no good

We got a nut in the White House
Who thinks he's Jesus Christ
He thinks he died already
And this is paradise

Well you can call up the Congress
But it don't do no good
They're totally useless
Like a gun made of wood

So I went to the courthouse
And the Chief Justice said
That the Bill of Rights
Was officially dead.

Well I went to the preacher
I said this cannot be
He said son do not say that
It's perilous, you see

He said you see that statue
It's got a hidden bug
It's not the good Lord watchin'
The hawk has killed the dove

I said is nothing sacred?
He said not that I know
So I took my donation
And said I had to go

Next I went to the doctor
I said what's going on?
Has everyone gone crazy?
Don't tell me nothing's wrong

He said I ran all the tests
The results are sure
Everyone's stone deaf
And there is just no cure

So I went to the banker
Said what's the price of gold?
He said we don't stock that
It's under central control

But if you want some credit
I'll give it to you cheap
And then he smiled like the devil
Gave me the terminal creeps

So I went to the girl
Who walks the neighborhood streets
She said don't bother asking
I'm all out of treats

I said you must be kidding
At least you could be real
She said I'm giving up now
There's nothing left to steal

So I went to the airport
To get a ticket to fly
They said hey no way man
He's on the list, all right

They called security quickly
They put me in this can
And now I'm so glad to see you
We need to make a plan

Yeah but don't let 'em hear you
Here, just give me your hand
When night-time comes we'll make some plans
When the guard's asleep we'll make some plans.
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Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 4:35 am

Land of No Sun, by Charles Carreon

I was lost on the great highway
With the Southern rose of violence
Blood red was the sky that day
And the dawn it came in silence

Far across the field they lay
Enemies with bows and horses
With an axe I was armed that day
Just a boy from the fields of fortune.

I saw the moon on high
Behind a cloud like a closing eye
My fate was somewhere written
And I afraid to know it

Shall I run or shall I fight
Oh that it were a dark dark night
Far away from this place I'd run
To a land where there is no sun
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Postby admin » Mon Sep 23, 2013 7:38 pm

Last Week, by Charles Carreon

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In a movie last week
A man spilled soda on me
And I think his eyes were laughing
Like the forests of the moon
As the dictionary rambled
At the dawning of last week

Walking down the street, last week
I saw children on the sidewalk
Drawing pictures of their mothers
Purple chalk on quiet concrete
I ate sherbert mixed with sloe gin
During midday of last week

Turning on my room light last week
The wood floors burned with crimson
And it seems that they were laughing
Like the joker's mask of mourning
Chanting hymns of quiet sadness
In the evening of last week

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Postby admin » Mon Sep 23, 2013 7:39 pm

Law Firm, by Charles Carreon

I went to a law firm the other day;
They said to come down right away
So I ditched all my classes;
I put on my suit,
And applied some Aqua Velva to
my face to boot.
I borrowed the car
from my dear roommate,
Cause I knew that he wouldn't
want me to be late.
I took the elevator to the thirty third floor
And walked through the huge
oak double-doors.
It was a law firm,
A real big place,
With chrome decor from outer space.
It was a great big place,
With lots of magazines
And a woman with
a face from the fashion scene
brought me a cup of stale caffeine.
While I was chokin it down,
This guy came around;
Well he was tryin' to smile
But it looked like a frown.
He was lookin' around
and sniffin' about
Like maybe somebody
Didn't put the cat out.
It was a law firm
A really big place
With the big time bucks
That the big boys make.
The first guy I talked to
Was an a-sso-ci-ate;
Didn't say too much,
And his favorite line
Was "Excuse me, what?"
Then he took me down the hall
To this real stiff chick
With some real cold hands
And clothes that really fit --
She looked at my shoes
And she looked at my face,
And that second look said
"Boy are you outta place."
She talked about "the firm,"
And she talked about clients;
She looked me in the eye
And said "They're all corporate giants."
Yeah it was a law firm,
A scary place
Like a bad disease
Of the human race
So I said goodbye, ma'am,
I really gotta run,
Cause I'm a bit too young
To give up havin' fun
As I was walkin' out
They met me at the door,
And looked like they might pitch me
Out the thirty-third floor
But they were so polite
And said "We really understand,"
While what they meant was
"Boy are you outta hand."
It was a law firm
Ya know the kinda place --
They'll give you a job and
Think they own your face --
It was a law firm
A dangerous place
A bad disease
Of the human race.
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Postby admin » Mon Sep 23, 2013 7:41 pm

Let's Go Back to the Days of Dialup, by Charles Carreon



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I grew up without the Internet
And I ain’t never found a use for it yet
Yep, a horse and buggy is good enough
For a person who needs to move their stuff

Yeah, let’s go back to the days of dialup
We’ll get all the citizens riled up
Remembering about the good old days,
Good enough for me is the way it should stay.

When I get a look at that Internet porn
It makes me wanna blow my horn
It’s mighty hard to look the other way
When every pretty face just wants to play

So let’s go back to the days of dialup
The folks around here are all riled up
It wasn’t this way in the good old days
So let’s turn back the clock and quit the rat race

Yeah they’re all wrapped up in this fiber net
Never seen no good from it yet
Too many bills already to pay
What’s a poor local fellow to say?

But let’s go back to the days of dialup
Me and my friends are all riled up
You don’t need nothing we don’t understand
And we all agree it was a terrible plan

They say there ain’t no solution, we can’t fix nothin’
Can’t fire nobody or get an answer to a question
They must think we’re stupid or just don’t care
How much we pay for light and air

So let’s go back to the days of dialup
All say “aye” and stand up
Don’t have to understand when you know what you’re doin’
And I’m pretty darned sure it’s not myself I’m screwin’

We’re headed back to the days of dialup
Better get used to sayin’ “giddy-up,”
’Cause the past was fast, but the future will be slower.
You can honk your horn, but we won’t pull over.
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Postby admin » Tue Sep 24, 2013 4:00 am

Lightning Bolt, by Charles Carreon

In the vast sky over the mountains
Dark clouds gather and threaten.
The mountains brood
and intone,
Basso profundo.

The stream glistens
in the tiny valley
like a rivulet of rain,
Its surface speckled with expanding circles.

A bolt of lightning,
Pure charge, through and through,
Thick as God's arm,
Reaches out and cauterizes the earth.

The sky remains untouched.
You can taste the raindrops
And the ozone on your tongue.
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Postby admin » Tue Sep 24, 2013 4:01 am

Lips, by Charles Carreon

Ooh! The ocean of
dreams parts and
swallows me without another
word, like opening lips
appearing from a sea of
quilted covers.
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Postby admin » Tue Sep 24, 2013 4:02 am

Lone Madman, by Charles Carreon



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On a streetcorner in history
There’s a lonely figure standing
His hands shoved in his pockets
His face uncomprehending

What’s going on inside that head
With eyes in hollow sockets
He loads himself with anger
And takes off like a rocket

Now history will know his name
In infamy, he’ll take the blame
He’s locked and loaded, target set,
And smokes a final cigarette

He’s a lone madman
Takin’ matters into his own hands
He pulls the trigger
Others fire
Like a bunny caught in razor wire
He’s a lone madman
Part of someone else’s plan
A sacrificial effigy
To hijack human destiny

He’s small of stature,
Large of heart
Determined he will play his part
His mind is like a pistol grip
To those who know to seize on it

Maneuvered into place with care
Convinced to do what none would dare
He’s handled like a dumb device
That will do the job and pay the price

Now history will know his name
Who cares if he is called insane
His eyes are fixed, his jaw is set
A human shark in a wire net

He’s a lone madman
Takin’ matters into his own hands
He pulls the trigger
Others fire
Like a bunny caught in razor wire
He’s a lone madman
Part of someone else’s plan
A sacrificial effigy
To hijack human destiny

Who set him up?
Who took him down?
Who’s headed for another town?
With his knock-down rifle
And expense account?
So much cash he doesn’t need to count?
Who calls the shots?
Who makes the plans?
Who picks the targets
That must bleed
Who teaches the assassin’s creed

To lone madmen
In Dallas, Athens, Salvador
Who feeds their madness more and more
He builds the bomb
They light the fuse
As it ignites they’re consumed
Another lone madman
Who didn’t have a plan
Just a sacrificial effigy
To hijack human destiny

Another lone madman
He didn't have a plan
Just a sacrificial effigy
To hijack human history
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Postby admin » Tue Sep 24, 2013 4:04 am

Loneliness, by Charles Carreon

Loneliness, you swayed gently
in a long skirt,
Looked up, breathed words,
cast your spell, and waited
for it to take effect.
You had not long to wait,
I was eager for fulfillment
of illusion and not insensible
to flattery.
Time passed, too fast,
but enough to fit one foolish act
after another, making a history
out of the barest vignette.
Oh Loneliness, the name of you,
the thought of you, your image,
your face and time and place,
As blood flows from a wound
that's deep, as surely shall pain
follow the memory of you.
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Postby admin » Tue Sep 24, 2013 4:05 am

Longing Lament at Eventide in Chinese Style, by Charles Carreon

A blue-gold flower is blooming
in the evening wind.
I have been so long without you now,
I forget whether you left by the eastern
or the western road.
Why is it that the wind must come down
the mountains like this,
To sway the willows at dusk?
Perhaps if it could stop blowing
I could begin to forget.
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