Poetry & Songs, by Charles Carreon

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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:31 am

Slender Threads, by Charles Carreon

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The universe is held together by a
slender knot.
The message we write to succeeding generations
is written in finest script.
Whether it all breaks down to yes and no
in the end
we'll never know.
The writing will be the same.

In your thumbprint and your bellybutton
and your voice and the twist of your joints
There's a changing signature, owned of generations,
Impressed with changes wrought of union.
Someone poured acid on the world
and the threads got twisted.
The message is mangled.
We can't read the notes we made to our cells;
The delicate lines run as if tears
were distorting our vision.
Woman's the victim.
Her womb's a mischief machine.
She can't trust it anymore.
The universe is held together by a slender thread,
And life is more tender than we had thought.
Someone dumped garbage in the sea.
Someone went walking on the moon.
Someone took a sheet of paper and made
a list of names they didn't know,
And the fragments of lives went falling
into the fire like scraps of paper
and tatters of old clothes.
Someone cashed a check at the bank.
And someone opened the drainpipe on a
sludge-spattered truck
And watched the poisoned liquid flow
into the swamp, into the water,
into the ambiguous night.
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:33 am

Smoky Night, by Charles Carreon

It's a smoky night,
with the wind blowing cool
and scented with
some forest burning
off north of the horizon.
 
Country nights,
that's the way it is.
Moon rising and slowly
taking a panoramic view
of all below.
From her level it must
seem immense.
Summer wind
blows windbells
leaving behind
tangles of melody.
 
August '94, Colestine
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:33 am

Smug Pig, by Charles Carreon

Bricks of delusions
Made of the clay of form
And the straw of conceptions
Fired in the kiln of no compassion
Make a very solid house
Into which the Big Wrathful Wolf
of Liberation
Can't get in.
Not by the hair
On my chinny chin chin.
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:34 am

Soldier, by Charles Carreon

If the beginning of the earth
were to happen again today,
My Goddess,
I would serve you well.
 
Time drags at our feet,
and the millenial roll of the stars
Lays a stilling hand upon our thoughts;
Our eyes do not always recognize each other.
Later, in a moment of remembrance,
We will find ourselves, too late.
 
I bust loose in this world,
without a watch to tell me time
I drift. My eyes bleed,
they bleed straight from the heart.
 
I bury my knife to the hilt in concrete.
I look at you -- your deal --
you deal me the Ace of clubs.
I give you swords,
You offer me cups.
I wander all the streets at night to fill you up.
 
There is no dealer.
I break at the moment of violence,
I laugh at the instant of joy,
I bring you the fruits of the earth
in the hour of labor when the sun goes
down amid the cries of babes
surrendering at the breast.
This is my testament --
All that I have gathered in my sinful hands.
For you, my Goddess, have I sinned,
and conquered heathen lands.
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:36 am

Somebody's Wearin' A Skull Necklace, by Charles Carreon

Somebody's wearin' a skull necklace
'round the place 2-nite,
She's dancin' in the moonlight,
shinin' mighty bright,
She's dancin' dressed in scarlet,
under the dim barlight.
No one knows why she does it,
her smile is so sincere,
But when lips curl back
and canines snap
Even grown men fear,
Becuz somebody's wearin' a
Skull necklace tonight,
A girl so sweet is rarely seen
by those with human sight,
Yes somebody's wearin' a
Skull necklace tonight,
and if you wanna dance with her
Be sure you treat her right!
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:37 am

Sorcerer, by Charles Carreon

Slip click drop shell into chamber
Turn pull trigger
Take you out fathersucker
Don't know where you came from
Why you won't die
But tell you what
You'll have to stamp
this nigger's ass "DEAD"
Before I eat one tiny piece
Of your shit.
Your spell book's so long
I get tired just reading one page of it,
Still sometimes I'd like to
cut a deal with you and get
the skinny on how, where, what, why
and oh what the hell
It's outta the question
like Saddam Hussein trying
to buy a Patriot missile,
Just not gonna happen now is it.
So, there's no way to learn
but to go rounds with you
and I've done it ...
Your tiny signature,
Your perfect arguments,
Your "we'd be pleased,"
Your acid pen,
But I surprised you, didn't I?
I surprised you when I got so crazy
and so disciplined
When I hopped your barbed wire
and my witnesses laughed at your face
And money meant shit
When fire and lead fed the day
Sweet combat --
My boot kicking down your door
Pointing that muzzle
Pulling that trigger --
Ooh, that had to hurt.
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:39 am

Spring, by Charles Carreon

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spring
she comes with a clear snap,
like an icicle breaking
 she's pretty
 
the cold tingles her cheeks
 
there's dew on her young breasts,
small like budding roses
 
when sunlight comes
her eyes are clear skies
she'll let you kiss her
gently
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:41 am

Stranger Destination, by Charles Carreon

I've got a stranger destination,
Behind the locked code
Of your eyes,
And the means of infiltration,
Besides.
When I want you,
It's not because of
Anything I've ever known before,
It sparks and flies
Over the darkening skies,
And there are a thousand choruses
Singing in your eyes,
Besides.
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:44 am

Suicide Santa, by Charles Carreon



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It was the Night before Christmas
And all down the road,
The truckers were pulling
Their Chinese loads

Haulin' that crap
To Wal-Mart and such
So we can bury our kids
Under a mountain of junk

Only assholes hate Christmas
Least that's what they said
And when he heard it a lightbulb
burned out in his head

He flipped into overdrive
And picked up his suit
He was a jolly old fella
With bombs in his boots

He was a Suicide Santa
With tears in his eyes
For his message to the world
He was happy to die
Suicide Santa
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Suicide Santa
Doo, doo, doo, doo

Well he made a long list
Of bad boys and girls
We'd be better off losing
From this great big world

Millionaires, Billionaires,
Trillionaires, friends
Bankers and lawyers
The ones who know best

He tucked that list
in his suicide vest,
Headed out on the freeway
To the Vegas strip

He was dressed real nicely
for his final act
Wasn't gonna stick around
for a heart attack

He was a Suicide Santa
With tears in his eyes
For his message to the world
He was happy to die
Suicide Santa
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Suicide Santa
Doo, doo, doo, doo

He called himself in to 911
Said he was headed for Caesar's to have some fun
Loaded for bear, let the SWAT team come,
They're welcome to die, every goddamn one

Security parted like the Damn Red Sea
When Moses stretched out
his rod, you see,
He was a smilin' mass of notoriety

He was a Suicide Santa
With tears in his eyes
For his message to the world
He was happy to die
Suicide Santa
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Suicide Santa
Doo, doo, doo, doo

He cleared out the dealers
From the gambling hall
To the poor broke players
He gave it all

He told the band to play White Christmas,
and to the showgirls said sit down,
saying, "I'm not ready yet
to blow this town"

That seemed to relax
the tension a notch
He lit himself a stogie
And asked for some scotch
With his boots on the table,
He savored a sip
And said to the cameras
"What a helluva trip,"
Here I threaten to kill 'em
Now I'm in the chips"

Cause I'm a Suicide Santa
But I'm not insane
It's just lately
This terrible pain
We'll all have to suffer
for the mess they made
So I'm a Suicide Santa
Doo, doo, doo, doo
A Suicide Santa
Doo, doo, doo, doo

Then he pulled an alarm clock
From one of his boots
Hooked a wire up to it
and then said "Boo!"

The people fell back
And moved for the door
Except one old chick
A used-up whore

She said if you don't mind
I'll sit with you
As far as I could tell
This show's about through

He pulled out a chair
And poured her a shot
He said, "At this here table
We bet the whole damn pot."

'Cause I'm a Suicide Santa
And on Christmas Day
We'll light these candles
In a magic way
Convert the doubters
And believers, too
Show 'em the shimmy
Like we used to do

'Cause I'm a Suicide Santa,
And it's Christmas Day,
You can push my button
Any goddamn day
'Cause I'm a Suicide Santa
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Suicide Santa
Yeah yeah yeah

Well it was all over Google
On Christmas Day
How Suicide Santa
Made his getaway

From the rooftops of Vegas
Where he hitched a ride
In a stolen copter
That flew outta sight

Flying over the mountains
Last seen heading north
As fast as Mel Gibson
In a speeding Porsche

He leaned out the window
With his Newlywed wife
Smilin' like Elvis
Under the lights
He said "Merry Christmas
And to all a good night
May good boys and girls
Learn how to not fight

'Cause I'm a Suicide Santa
And it's Christmas Day
I've got my toys,
So now it's time to play
I'm Suicide Santa
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Suicide Santa
Ho, ho, ho

I'm a Suicide Santa
And it's Christmas Day
I've got my toys,
Now it's time to play-heh-heh yeah
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:47 am

Summer, by Charles Carreon

And then the radiant days of summer came
to wash away indifferent pain,
to grow the leaves of green again
and warm the bones of tired old men
extend the playtimes of the young
The days of summer came again.

The days of summer came again
and we as well arrived,
in pickup trucks and colored tents
in hippy garb and Wal Mart threads
in Winnebagos, jeeps and beetles,
on motorbikes and even jet-skis
wasting time and drinking beer
not even feeling slightly queer,
The days of summer come again
and we together all with them.

The foolish American people ride
a roller coaster up one side forever
mounting high it's summer always
till we die, the days of summer come again
our thoughts drift southward to our friends;
The fruits grow heavy, the tree boughs bend,
The days of summer come again.
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