She's got nerve,
Calling him a boozer
Sittin' next to him
She feels like such a loser
When He's been drinkin'
She'll give that boy a wack
He likes his Jim
But he don't know jack
I heard they got married
Bout a year ago
Figured to elope
I think the story goes
She thought, "What a Man"
As they wrestled in the sack
Yes The boy likes his Jim
But he don't know Jack
Chorus
Now if you're gonna drink
And mess around with girls
Don't pick a Bossy one
or she'll upset your world
And if you plan to keep on drinkin'
And remember watch your back
Cause you Can trust your Jim
But you don't know Jack
Instrumental
The Honeymoon's now over
And she hates it when he drinks
But he is kinda slow
He don't care what she thinks
But when he reaches for a bottle
She's ready to attack
'Cause he likes his Jim
But he don't know Jack
Chorus
Now if you're gonna drink
And mess around with girls
Don't pick a Bossy one
or she'll upset your world
And if you plan to keep on drinkin'
And remember watch your back
Cause you Can trust your Jim
But you don't know Jack
garden gnome Jim loved the marigolds especially
And the sunflowers of course, and petunias, luckily
He tended the garden, every day, admiring each berry
Occasionally sneaking a radish, rose, or a strawberry.
We all knew a fellow named ‘Tiny Tim’
Fit as a fiddle, though extremely slim
Poor Tim had weakling muscles
And needed a side hustle
So he spent all his spare time in the gym
JIM SITS WITH HIS NEW
DOG LICK SHE SITS AT JIMS
FEET WATCHING HIS WIFE EAT
JIM SAYS LICK DOESN'T MIND
BEING SECOND SHE'S
USE TO IT FROM HER OLD
OWNERS EVERY MOVE JIM
MAKES LICK MAKES WAGGING
HER JET BLACK TAIL JIM GOT
HER AFTER HIS DOG DIED HE
ENJOYS ALL THE LICKS FROM
HIS NEW DOG SIT LICK STAY
LICK FINALLY JIM PICKS UP
HIS GUITAR JUMP LICK JUMP
LICK JUMPS HIGH LICK JUMPS
LOW HOW LOW CAN LICK GO
Tornado Jim was an unruly evil F-5.
He barely left anyone alive.
Threw cattle and tractors into the air.
Crushed combines and backhoes; he did not care.
Gloated that he had destroyed more farms than his sis.
She gave him a mean finger and snarled with a hiss.
Next time she destroyed, she vowed to be worse than him.
She was always in competition with Tornado Jim.
Fifty years ago...the age of self-reflection
Hollow crumbs, shadows of proud vestiges
As minneapolis' jim crow vanished slowly,
Painfully, no longer admired at country club
Cocktail parties celebrating ribbon-cuttings
My family was inside and unaware of history
Working class achievement,
First deli in marble edifice
To corporate greed,
Connecting the longest Minneapolis
Skyway North to Washington Ave.
Dallas barons, puppet-masters
Guilding their empire on the backs
Of working class talent, eager to eat the
Crumbs of capitalism
Spoon (Mr Witherspoon) slaved to achieve the
Pinnacle of jim-crow "shoe-shine" stands in
Pillsbury's new world headquarters
Admired in his community
Proudly placed out front, then moved
To the back of a hair salon, ignoble-crushed
Under the weight of boardroom glare
jim-crow lost it's shine
Spoon
Lost
His
Leg
4-18-25
5:55am
Pensive is the mind
In the vacuum of time
When suddenly it hit us.
That four of a kind
Can look sublime
But all it does is collect dust.
You can never find
The lemon or the lime
When all at once it bit us
The razor shined
on the Mercury dime
We’re down, and all around are against us.
You’re falling behind
Begin the climb
It’s steep but don’t let it trip us
Let these words remind,
Remember this rhyme,
Let your heart and soul just lead us.
We were once blind
Til God took our crime
Never was He against us
We seek and we find
We crawl through the grime
Then redemption is there to receive us.
There once was a fellow named Jim
Who always kept himself slim and trim
But as he got older
He got big as a boulder
And sank to the bottom when he swimmed!
• "Knock knock," a familiar voice said
• I peep through the window and swing open the door
• My good friend Jim-Bob is seen standing there
• Feet glued to the floor
I called an old friend I had not seen for 15 years or more yesterday.
It was just a courtesy call; one for old-time sake. It was a call
just to say 'thank you' for so much and for being there for me
in so many seasons for so many reasons.
Fortunately, the old phone # was still good, and I was able
to speak to one of his daughters who remembered me from
so many years ago when she was just a little girl. She informed
me that Jim was on a three-week fishing expedition.
After inquiring about the big boat that Jim built, she said that
it was still there on the property. Jim walked me through his
'still in progress' boat back in the late 80s.
It was such a thrill to walk back in time. I treasure
the memory of that big boat and the friendship
of Jim and his lovely family.
Sheila stepped out of the mechanized gear-filled lab with her robotic dog.
her lace blouse a contrast to her steam-powered eighteenth-century hog.
Another inventor looked up gave her a quick friendly boy-next-door wave.
His invention would make robotic airships flow and cascade.
Is that another automaton? Sheila yelled at her childhood friend of forever.
He did not divulge secrets, for Sheila was exceedingly clever.
She tucked her auburn hair into a helmet from Leagues under the sea.
But she was not fooled by his quick answer, not by any degree.
these rival inventors had been steampunk friendly since twenty-twenty.
She had phenomenal forthcoming mechanics almost ready; he had plenty.
Nothing frilly or fancy about her robotics, she intended they be the best.
Jim understood this, but he still wanted to carve out for them a love nest.
Sheila had avenues to conquer, airships to build too.
Eventually he planned to make a move, for without her, life would be blue.
Sheila congratulated herself for her coolness as she rode her hog away.
She planned to make him fall in love with her, tomorrow might be the day.
Meaningless thoughts drift slowly across my mind
Surrounded by bright gray and ebony sky.
Magnificent desolation envelopes me.
No perceived horizon,
All is calm, devoid of
Air, wind, and rain.
I breathe and take in
The stark beauty of a pristine
Celestial world.
Undisturbed and powdered beneath my feet
The cratered landscape reminds me
That I am an intruder,
In a realm unfamiliar
But majestically beautiful.
Magnificently barren orb,
Glowing, mysterious
Forever our neighbor
Our stoic satellite,
The Moon.
Leaves flap in the breeze
From the tops of the trees
’Round the battlefield that
Rests just below.
Hand to hand
Sun to sun
We pass on the notion
That civility in war has never been done.
Brothers in arms,
Brothers in harm.
Slaves to graves,
Anger in waves.
People in chains,
Brandishing pains.
Blue versus Gray,
As families pray.
Hand in hand
Gun to gun
We retain the notion
That civility in war has never been done.
Blue takes Gray
North wins the day
Gun is aimed
A President claimed.
“Death to tyrants”
Words of violence
A man of flaws
Brought down by law.
Man to man
Son to son
We re-teach the notion
That civility in war has never been done.
A nation cry
A last train ride
Put out the fires.
Rebuild the spires.
What God hath blessed
Man has messed
Men finally freed
Lessons learned, time to heed.
Flags fly in the breeze
Surrounded by trees
With a thousand
White crosses below.
Man to man
One by one
May we learn the lesson,
That no war has ever, truly, been won.
Sand dunes erode away the meadows,
sunflowers turn to a shade of red,
sanguinary pool of limbs and skulls,
let’s swim here for the taste of the hue.
Burgundy pyramid upside down mini top,
spinning vortices of moon dust afloat,
the door opens, inside a hawk faced man,
he promises to tell me a story if I listen.
A large serpentine worm weaves bores,
pits on this apple of crimson skin,
a thick heavy glaze of caramel epoxy,
sold to the highest bidder in the fine coat.
Suspended I am trapped inside the terra firma,
innards flee rib cage, empty chest cavity hollow,
for my pulsate will be our guide back home,
grasp my staff waving follow me, there’s candy.
Elitist woman saw me and in that moment,
hourglass salt spun for her carrying six bosoms,
heaved for me as she moaned honey pleas stop,
I almost regretted drowning her and the twins.
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