WRITING POETRY IN THE ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENCE AREA AT WASHINGTON SCHOOL IN BERKELEY

I can pick up the sun.
The sun cooks my food.
And I drink the rays of the sun.
The sun is really hot.
It melts my hands 
Because they are made of ice.

SCA 1977-78

THE QUILT LIMERICK

My mother once made a quilt,
But as a flower doth wilt,
Threads tangled each day,
It soon frayed away,
So my mom stomped on 
What she had built.

1981.SCA

THE BED LIMERICK

My father once had a bed,
Which squeaked when he moved his head.
Now after one night,
And with all his might,
He put that bed in the shed.

1981.SCA

FANTASY

Fantasy, 
The dark room...
You have an urge to open it!
The dark room...
You do!
Out gushes thoughts! Insane! 
Weird! Awful! Plastic! 
Even bad names!
So, you write them down.

You verbalize some,
And illustration-wise it happens, too!
Or you shut them up!

Suddenly,
The door closes behind you.
Something happened.
You can't get out.
Are you going crazy?
You're running about!
You push on the door.
It creaks widely open!
Off fast you go, 
Running, running, away, away,
Breathing hard, oh, no!!
But the door shut behind you!
The dark room is sealed.
No more creativity,
You've locked the door.
You were scared of your fantasy.
Now what will happen?
You're just a plain bore.
Yes, you guessed right.
What's your fate now?
You have none.
You're as good as dead! 
Fantasy!

May 2, 1980.SCA

THE ANIMAL I WOULD BE

I would like to be a shark.
Every man fears me.
I am not a slave to man,
So they all seek me.

Swish.
Grimace.
Snap.

On the evolutionary scale,
I am equal to man,
But his ignorance of me,
Makes him below!

Swish!
Grimace!
Snap!

I am free and deadly.
My life is my own business and not any of his,
And even if he wants to know,
HE WILL NEVER FIND OUT!!

Swish!!
Grimace!!
Snap!! 

SCA May 12, 1982

ALONE ON THE ROAD

Slicing the air with my machine,
Forgetting despair, death is serene.
The evening's usual killing is happening again.
I'm out of touch with feeling and yearning for the end!

Alone on the road,
I can feel it inside.
Reaper's coming for me,
No reason to hide!

Now thrashing pistons fire together.
My machine has the power to end life forever.
As the Reaper's grasp takes over my wheel,
She steers me towards the desires I feel!

Alone on the road,
I can feel it inside.
Reaper's coming for me,
No reason to hide!

My spirit is sliding through time and space,
I'm loving the magic that's taking place!
Biting and gripping, becoming the beast!
Swerving and dipping, my soul is released!

Oh, alone on the road,
I can feel it inside.
Reaper's coming for me!
NO REASON TO HIDE !!


SCA April, 1987

HONORING THE HOLY MADONNA

Collecting the shards of the Holy Madonna,
Along my wandering way,
My presence, alone, affects the cosmos,
I watch the young ones greet the new day.

Honoring the Holy Madonna!
I honor the Holy Madonna!

I am affected by Her Spirit's commotion,
Though I travel along in this creation for free.
Walking my journey, She is molecular motion.
And walking my journey, She helps me to be.

Honoring the Holy Madonna!
I honor the Holy Madonna!

So I find myself here, at this place, in its eternal grace.
I have been running the race, even keeping apace.
Would I not certainly know if mistaken, boy?
I'd think I'd certainly know if mistaken!

Honoring the Holy Madonna!
I honor the Holy Madonna!

As a plane flies past, I'm in the hot sun,
There's a breeze blowin' past and my coffee's all done.
The plum trees in bloom, this spring is in gear,
I see the holy ones gather near.
I see the holy ones gather near.


Honoring the Holy Madonna!
I honor the Holy Madonna!

Hare Krishna!  Hare Krishna!
I HAVE COME TO THE LIGHT!~

PHOSPHORESCENT FINGERPRINTS

Phosphorescent fingerprints,
In certain significant sands of yesterday.
They were maybe not washed away,
From the view of a famous man,
Whom I wanted to recognize my magic identity,
Vicariously adoring myself from the stadium floor.  
"But God knows who, or what, from the show!" 
I thought, "So, I should find peace in that, right?"
And, "Yikes!" I thought, "I am so vicious good!"
And, "Nobody does do it better!" I thought.
"I am one who made marks in the moment, 
And Jerry and I might as well be in love."

Though I tried not to let my head swell so much,
God knew who was who, or what was what, from the show!
My stadium-sized stature and all my shenanigans,
Were miracles, miracles, I came to proclaim!
"So, can I relax now?"  No, I could not relax, then.  
So I thought I would try forgiveness for being so 'prefect,'  
Which was a joke that I made, the best way I knew how,
But I was, rather, forgiven for being so perfect,
And that's what I knew of wielding Christ way.

Did you catch that mock, oh, Lonesome Dove, pal?
Because of the miracles, Chris and I made a scale,
Which measured the caliber of magic afoot.
The units we used fit nicely with Mockingbird,
A pen name I chose from the song that I wrote,
But the units, just surely, also came from Blue Angels,
And flying and power, this Mock miracle scale.

I liked the idea of Garcia, Mock 50, 
His miracles squalling, the band round and round.
All one need do is state the Mock units,
To establish how potent one's miracle sounds.

So, when I returned, triumphant from Dead shows,
Mock units and miracles were things on my mind,
And my breast and my head were all swollen and fat, 
And I was desperately dreading to fall from perfection.
So, I sat back at Lyon's with friends in Novato, 
And privately remembered the concert we'd seen.
I was searching for credit my actions provided me,
While trying to come off my perch of grandeur.
"Miracles, miracles, and God was responsible,"
Though I believed very strongly in the impact I'd had.
My head was locked down on stroking my ego! 

'Twas my ears that were shining as I cheered on the playing,
And a twist in his wrist which revealed he'd received.
"It proves that I'm mighty and we are the same stuff, 
Bigger than life, there's love that abounds!"
If the same story is true, all they had to do was,
Forensically follow the phosphorescent fingerprints, 
Which, now, I am thinking, could surely have slipped past their view.

SCA 1989

RUM & COKE OF CHRIST CONSCIOUSNESS

I want to make so many faces,
At this business of yours, at this talk!
My prayers are not on your eyes!
You do not know my God, it would appear.  You can't.
You will see, when we open up our bodies like instrument cases,
And heave side-swiping crash echo to the stars,
Like a Rum & Coke of Christ Consciousness.
Yeah, then, again, we'll sing of true whimsicality in being.

SCA 1994

A THROWN STONE'S CONFUSION

Watchtower blues.
No coming of glory.
Robbed through indifference.
Trumpets bitch and cackle in nonchalance.
Standing watch on my love,
I'm spilling tears of faith,
Like flies.
As a thrown stone's confusion,
In hitting crisp, cold drink.
In seething sorrow, wondering, I.

SCA 1995

THERE MUST HAVE BEEN SOMETHING IN THAT TEA

Sittin' home alone, drinkin' cologne,
I got lonely watchin' TV, so I put it next to me.

Been playin' with the sidewalk chalk.
Even got the girl-next-door to talk.

But she didn't have anythin' good to say,
'Cept, "Rock and roll is here to stay!"

Well, I made a hopscotch with 'er, before.
I drew it right up to my door.

But I learned to keep that front door open,
Since now both my arms are broken!

Oh yes!  There was something in that tea,
Oh, Lord.  Oh, Lord!
There was something in that tea,
Oh, my Lord.
There was something in that tea,
Oh, Lord.  Oh, Lord!
There was something in that tea,
Oh, my Lord.

SCA 1995

LA VILLE DES ETOILES (THE CITY MADE OF STARS)

La ville des etoiles se trouve sous le lac.
Ouvrez vos yeux au lac pendant la nuit.
Vous allez ecouter la musique du couer du Dieu.

(Translation)
The city made of stars is found beneath the lake.
Open your eyes to the lake at night.
You are going to hear the music from the heart of God.

SCA 1996

BEING MISTAKEN

Scandalously, I wallow in a self-induced epiphany of alienation from caring.
I am desensitized from inundation of rock and roll music,
As it rocks and rolls in the city.
I had thought myself alone.
Snarling to myself when woman goes by doorway,
She maybe just saw me.  I freeze, sitting still.
I stopped moving my head.
Being mistaken reigns like a mantra.

SCA 1997

AS MONUMENTS

For many moons,
I wore the stardust in my eyes.

There was this tribe of human beings,
To love and to watch for,
But the smoke blew away,
Their mothers called them in,
And afternoon fell to night.

Adrift across upshot impulses,
As an uncertain vessel,
Upon waters unsure,
My gazing eyes are becoming scattered,
In the jostling current,
Across distance to moon.

There is that which takes place,
But would not, could not be done,
Until my heart is plucked like fruit,
And eaten and gone.

It is like monuments weeping in fog,
The ashes have been scattered, and are breaking down.
The calls and the ears, the sole Truth!

I wore the stardust in my eyes,
For many moons.

SCA 1994

HERE I SIT

Stranded, sculpting raptures, here sit I.
The electric stench of my excitement, crackling, shrieking,
Burrowing through my levity like roadkill.
Birds' songs fling my offal hither and yon.
What does your letter say by not coming?
What bitter taste of nothing food?
Because of this thing!
Because of this thing!
Because of this thing!

SCA 1996

POEM FOR JASMIN

To me you are an ice-skating rink,
Perfectly flat, and hard,
Onto which I step from the mushy rubber floor before,
Having gazed at the skaters in so many colors,
And there being so many spaces to slip,
And land on one's butt,
With a smile for anyone watching.
I'd be so happy to split my lip on you in falling,
And mark my place in blood,
While someone just barely misses my face,
And the blade of their skate goes war-story close!
It's always super nice for me at this rink,
With the snow-cone wind breathing in my ear.
Actually, I am warm!  Just fine!
Maybe because I have superpowers in reality,
And I should act more brave the next time I'm afraid.
Anyway, I can't retie my laces,
And keep my ankles straight, anymore.
I'll be stopping back by the lockers.
Let's get some cocoa, oh pal, oh bud, 
I think it's seventy-five.
Dad is picking us up at three o'clock anyway!

SCA 1996

SPOKEN IN A-BASEMENT

It's nothing.
No, not to cherish,
Not to have or to hold,
It's just a thing in passing...
Consequential love.
You shouldn't have to remember it.
You needn't watch for more.
No, it's nothing,
Not to hold.

SCA 1995

PATTERNS

patterns on the wall
shadows of rustling leaves
I can hear their whispering call
watch the swaying of the trees

a pattern on the porch
shapes on floor of boards
sun shines like a torch
wind beats back and forth the door

patterns in the dust
where you stepped today
wind gives one more gust
and blows your footprints away

there are patterns in my visions
country quilts and Indian weavings
puppies being born
and for their first time seeing.

a pattern on the hillside
swaying grass and flowers
and like the ocean flowing
the rhythm beats on for hours
the rhythm beats on for hours and hours and hours

SCA 1995

WONDERING ON THE AIR

Walking on a breeze, leaves scatter by,
How high is my step?
How grand, and how strong?
Way above the salty ocean,
I stop and stand on air.
How far might I fall?
For how long?

SCA 1995

HOLIDAY

Comes another holiday.You go by, bloody skimming from,
Your rise to its auspiciousness,
Wreaking havoc on my medicine of season-watching,
Myself a young man.
Could not my granddaddy be by,
In an old whale song?

SCA 1994

BENEDICT'S SEASON

In the grave of this love,
Food of dust,
Dish clatter, do not eat...
But your dishwater left its mark on the hardwood of my heart,
Like an old rental in a Mexican neighborhood,
And I make it to the flea market,
And I set aside time for winter,
And I go back on everything I've said.

This current evocation of you...
It is so close to me like tasting salt,
It is sweet like sacrificial lamb..
It is broad and thick like dusty sun...
It is pure like death of enemy...
And bitter like my grandmother's baking chocolate, 
Which I stole in hopes for candy.

This reflection of your presence in my recall...
It is vivid like wounds of the flesh,
It is high-pitched like bats hunting bugs at dusk,
It is deep as purse of my mother, or the purse of any mother, for that matter,
And it holds tightly unto me like battle after battle.

I'd be so happy to drown in it,
To soak, and to be, just sopping in you, 
With my body bloated from gluttony,
And my eyes never looking from you.
I could resurrect, kissing you,
And be kissed back by your ten thousand suns.

You were so smoked and dried.
You were the wine,
You were the saddle,
You were the jailbreak.

SCA. 1994

UPSIDE-DOWN CAKE

When the sun was an,
Underwater bubble,
That came up for air,
Like a comet crashing to silver earth,
From blue-green sky,
And all the little schoolgirls walked by,
I was ready to go,
And breathe deep for a spell,
In order to forget, 
While swimming in the ocean,
That I must rock myself to sleep at night.

SCA 1995

UNCONSCIOUS KNOWLEDGE

I know now that,
There must be ghosts at the beach!
Wouldn't you be?
Or ghosts in a milkshake.
Wouldn't you?

SCA 1994

FISH OF HEAVEN

I could have gone crazy monitoring my glancing at the sky.
I didn't notice searching out shooting stars,
I didn't notice giving up on them.
I stop and eat the raw fish, 
Expectant of a gift, so eager to accept!
How handsome, experience!
How still, the sky!

SCA. 1994

SETTLING DOWN

Onto God's sweetness, the happy crying of my muscles.
Now resting, now in laughter am I.
Does not reality itself meditate on my flights of fancy?
It is strange, this difference from before.
Stranger to settle on what is the same.

SCA 1994

NARY TO TARRY

I fancy myself athlete celebrated.
Lo, here is desolation folded into ink night.
Onward, then,
But I act as if I am only at home.
Distance is my lover,
And endurance my gift.
Sweat is my mother,
And my blood, the hearth by which she sits.
The starry sky is my looking-glass image.

SCA 1994

NINE DOVES

Come, rager,
Step to the bottom rung,
Of your ladder,
Of blame.
Step to the earth in its antiquity of peace.
Dove on one breeze.
My feelings are this Ming Dynasty bowl,
Spattered with a million tiny droplets of blood.
You cannot see me coming.

SCA 1994

ON REBIRTH AS A GIRL'S VOICE

With my last moment's breath,

"Lord, please fill my request,
To come back again, once more.
And not animal, plant, or man...
But the voice-box...
of a girl."
Then golden flute turned in a swirl!
With next moment's passage, I hear,
Cries of infant loud and clear,
And it's a girl!
With boisterous dash and clatter,
This child pipes out all that matters,
And over time she grows,
To sing and talk and laugh,
Such delicious wine from her carafe.
"Wet your lips, my darling woman.
Here, through inflection, you quote Schumann.
Your sparkling spring doth win each day,
Flowing with the sweetest songs,
And cleverest things to say."
Milady's a maiden, sensitive to moment's notice,
But still pleasantly wise, just like an aged tortoise.
Now, at last, she's lived the full life of a lady,
She's called in blissful gaiety,
She's spoken in love, in spite, and in health,
She's sighed during throes of ecstatic self.
"Lord, this time was superb, I must declare,
Yet I've a thought as grey as her hair.
When it is milady's time to go,
May I be the crunching of the snow."

SCA 1994

DEAD LINES

thick black night-time
paler shade of day
how soon until
my bones dance, clattering?

SCA 1994

THE MEETING OF DECEASED SAILORS

We've walked the decks,
We've sailed the sea,
But now that's all for you and me.
We took a dive and missed a boat,
And now the shark has got my throat.
He took your leg, he took my toe,
And from the starboard, we did go.
Now we're gone.  No, we're not there.
And the captain doesn't give a care.
And now we know what death is like.
We know for sure that it's not pike.
Rather, it's far worse than 'worse' can be,
If there is worse in Heaven, ya' see.

SCA 1980

IT IS ACCOMPLISHED

The wind is speaking, carrying dust,

Sketching out designs of counterpoint,
To Great Mystery's romantic melody.
The Sun splashes down broad, thick beams of heat,
Which pelt His body...
Pitiful, yet embracing infinity.

Below the cross, 
Some blood has mingled with sand.
Hear I not the trumpet of Gabriel?
A stirring on His praying brow,
Reveals Jesus' transcendence into the Light!
It is accomplished!

SCA Revised, January 31, 2014

LETTER TO GOD

I will remember
A set of watercolors,
Brand new,
Like a coffin
Or a Christmas tree.
I wrote a letter to God.
It was the footprints of an ant
On the Kleenex at the box.
I expect He shall always remember it.
That is His nature.
But I might die...
Forgetting the set of watercolors,
Which was my original letter to God.

SCA 1994

THANKS TO MY MOTHER

Even if I rock and roll,
Even if I snooze,
Even when I make no sense,
My scattered mind I lose...

Even when I'm 'fraid to look,
Or don't like what I see,
Even if I need some help,
Loving 'you' and 'me'.

In times when I can't speak,
To tell you how I feel,
Let me tell you here and now,
Thanks for all your help, for real!

SCA May, 1998

SPIRIT'S QUESTION TO "VITTLES"

SPIRIT'S QUESTION TO "VITTLES," A TREE FROG RESIDENT OF THE MADAGASCAR RAINFOREST, AT THE POINT OF HIS TWILIGHT LULL IN RHYTHM, PRESENTLY



Hopping
               down
                         to this moment's lily,
young...                                                 tree...
frog...                                                       am
I.

          How?  Because.
Does it?
Yes,
It
Does!

      Criminal in a man, stealthy
                            
in...                    a...                     cat,
                                                               and in...                    
All the Wisdom's faces wild world 'round...
                                                    Laughing and laughing,
As the Kookaburra!

                     Feathers bright,
                                   Sun-splash sea, singing,
Singing,
And singing off key...
To...
SPITE...
          the...                                                                                                             FLEA!

So, hey, j'etais,
Lord, sir, do you condemn me to death, asked the...
Cunning old fury?
This one was not typed at its birth, but...
Handwritten.
As I'm assigned, I know it be'd forbidden.
What is it here, that is hidden?
I tried this assigned
Exercise following procedures specified.
Use
COMPUTER.
POEM NO GO SO WELL, SENOR,
MAYBE TRY AGAIN
    RIGHT HERE.

But anyway, how would...
You...
Know...
I...
        Wrote...
                 This out...
                               By...
        Hand, first, then print, print, print.

        SO SNEAK A LEAP IN TULE'S
        GASEOUS CREAM SCUM, BLOSSOM TO BLOSSOM
        AT THE RISK OF BEING WILD AND DUMB
        FIFTY-FOUR CARDS IN THE ORIGINAL PILE,
        FLOWER POWER, YOU AND I, MAKE A LOVING SMILE,
                         
                   JUMP...

       BACK...
                  AND PIVOT...
                                       FOR A...

                            BUG!
                           
                                               HIM?
                                CATCH...
                             I... 
                   CAN...       AND         ZAP...
                                                          HIM...
                                              WITH...           
                                    THE...
                          TIP...
                                 OF...
                                     MY...
                                           TONGUE!!
         
NO, MY, OH, MY, NO.
THERE 'E GOES!
SO HOW NOW, BUB, NOW HOW 'BOUT SOME PROSE?
SAID THE SPIRIT,
NOSE...
         TO...
              NOSE...
WITH "VITTLES," THE MADAGASCAR RAINFOREST TREE FROG...

SCA February 25, 2000

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER

Craving your craftsmanship,
Sculpt it in ice,
For a banquet I'll never visit.
It would have been plenty,
A tribute to your dungeons.
You always were like cheesecake,
Simple, palatable universally,
(Except for kids,
But you impressed kids,)
Scrumptious, angels sighing,
Softer hammers further heard.
They love each other. 

SCA 2000

SCRAP

All want to be happy
All try for bliss
All have listened closely
All have been remiss.

SCA 2004

WHY DO YA' DO ME LIKE YA' DO?

We went out last Saturday
You really went out of your way.
Now you won't even call at all
I'm stuck here at the mall.

Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?
Why do ya' do me like ya' do?

(Blues)

SCA 2004

TELL ME SLOWLY

heart goes beat in mother's belly
grow to play on jungle gyms
approaching softly always kindly
warm and bright I'll take your words in
tell me slowly I understand

SCA Summer, 1998

MOOD SWING

Pendulum hitting in the high,
Swinging back, leaving me to cry,
Why, oh, why must I live,
Always having these, uh...
Mood swings.

When I make a happy day,
Finding just what jokes to say,
Someone still knocks me down,
Into another, uh...
Mood swing.

But then you were there, baby!
Stoppin' my heart,
From smackin' the walls of the clock, lady!
So I got a sweet, uh...
Mood swing.

Can't stop swinging, sweetie,
Though I'm a little more in control.
Wind me up a bit, honey,
And I can have another, uh...
Mood swing.

This kinda' love, you know,
Keeps the highs from smashing so low.
You're so wonderful to me, ya' know!
Why not set me free for another, uh...
Mood swing!

SCA 1986

MOCKINGBIRD

Yesterday, you just about blew my mind away.
Now I know, that it's hard for you to let it show.

If I were a mockingbird, I would sing you a song,
and I hope that you would sing along.

So it seems,
like this life could be made of dreams.

If I were a mockingbird, I would sing you a song,
and I hope that you would sing along.

I wish I knew how this love song ends.
I guess it all depends.

SCA 1989

DRAGONFLY

Blue Jasmine and I, flew down to the swings,
Sharing apricot wine, and drying our wings.
Drink dragon's blood, and I be true...
Dragonfly... high... over you.

I am hers, and she is mine,
Peach-flesh, cream, and apricot wine.
She soothes me as I sleep...
Dragonfly... high... over you.

I say, hey, yeah.
I say, lonely.
I say, hey, yeah.
And, I say, cry.
I say, hey, yeah,
I say, lonely.
I say, hey, yeah, 
And, I say, cry!

Blue Jasmine, has taught me to see!
She spoke the truth, honey-suckling tea,
And sang a free lullaby,
Dragonfly... high... over you.

SCA 1989

NO FEAR OF THE PAIN

I never knew I could love you so much.
In learning to know the feel of your soul,
I find it's tender but bold, free but yet old,
As wise as the sea and enveloping me,
With its grasp, and its tugs,
Like one of your hugs.
I try to hold in what bursts from within,
With logic and searching for signs of a fall,
But near shore, the sharp edges of lime,
That have ripped up my heart time after time,
Flashing in my sight,
Through breaking surf and moonlight,
Can't force to mind enough fear of the pain,
To keep the golden-silk butterfly entangled in chains,
And not free to give, its reason to live.

SCA 1986

LULLABY FOR WEIR

Always, always, you will be mine.

Time, time, is our souls entwined.

Baby, baby, hush and do not cry.
Spirit, spirit, such a pretty pony!

The Moon is out and the Sun is in, 
You can close your eyes.

Diamonds, diamonds, 
Shining in your mind.

Rollin', rollin', for it's strollin' time.
If you've no goofy dust, I will give you mine.

Daybreak, daybreak, can you see a man?
Fiddling, fiddling, on a little travelin' tune.

Baby, baby, good morning, do not cry.
Spirit, spirit, what a dappled pony!

SCA August 17, 1995

SISTER

All alone without a sister,
Breaking shells like otters at sea.
Turn to find you're on your way here,
Sailin', sailin', home to me!

SCA 1994

ON AGAIN

So ya' spent a little time in the undertow
Now you're seein' all the people that you used to know
They asked you why you'd been so low
You said you didn't know, "Oh, I don't know."
With the curtains closed, no lonelier place
Dust on the rose, dust on your face.
But you're on again, even though she's gone again
And you're gonna' make it through
No matter what you do, 'cause you're on again.

You'd been lyin' around with twisted sheets,
She said she didn't like you're life of defeat.
She said, "All you do is play the music you write!
I try to live with you but money is tight."
Wake up alone and cold. Note on the pillow nearby.
"This is getting old. Goodbye forever, goodbye."
But you're on again, even though she's gone again
And it's okay, it's a brand new day
And you're on again.

And times like these in the undertow
Can bring you to your knees and wear away your glow
You gotta' get back up and dust yourself off
Take another step and then you're off!
Floating in waves of endless depression.
Rise above the pain, rise above the derision
But you're on again, even though she's gone again.
And you're gonna' make it through
No matter what you do, 'cause you're on again.
And it's okay, it's a brand new day
'Cause you're on again!

SCA April, 1987

BEBE, DON'TCHA KNOW

She brings me tea, she brings me coffee.
Her body tastes like peanut-butter toffee.
Got to tell that girl how much she mean.
Knowed that girl since the age of seventeen.

I'm not the kind of guy,
Who won't help a woman to know why.
I'm not the kind of man,
Who won't help a woman to understand.
Baby, don'tcha know,
Baby, don'tcha know,
Baby, don'tcha know,
That I've got this feeling for you!

Well, I've seen the light in my baby's eyes.
My love for her, I cannot disguise.
Got to tell that girl, I love her so.
Gotta' give that girl just a bit o' my soul.

I'm not the kind of fool,
Who loses a girl by playin' it too cool.
I'm not the kind of dude,
Who would get caught startin' up a feud.

Baby, don'tcha know,
Baby, don'tcha know,
Baby, don'tcha know,
That I've got this feeling for you!

Like our creation. Harmonies in motion.
With a certain duration. My heartbeat's racin'.
From the smell of your flower,
I am in your power.
Moment's are humbling, you send me fumbling.

I'm not the kind of guy,
who won't help a woman to know why.
I'm not the kind of man,
Who won't help a woman to understand.
I'm not the kind of fool,
Who loses a girl by playin' it too cool.
I'm not the kind of dude,
Who would get caught startin' up a feud.
Baby, don'tcha know,
Baby, don'tcha know,
Baby, don'tcha know,
That I've GOT THIS FEELING FOR YOU!!

SCA June 1994

NO USE IN CRYIN' (OVER SPILLED MILK)

As you threw the Cheerios,
I noticed you were serious,
As you threw the Cheerios,
And started to cry.
You asked was I delirious.
You were just furious.
I was only curious
To know why.


Was it the way I had my socks balled up
When I handed you the laundry?
Was it the way I,
Looked up at you and smiled?


I said, "There's no use in cryin' anymore!
There's no use in cryin' anymore!
There's no use in cryin' anytime!
Spilled milk, you'll always be mine."



You start to clean up the cereal you'd thrown.
I don't help, and say to you, "Reap as you sow, uh?"
I look inside the refrigerator and close the door.
I tell you, "I found out there's no milk left.  It's all on the floor."


You say, "There's no use in cryin'. I'll go get some more."
Then you threw 'way the towels and marched right out the door.
You've failed to return home. It's been over a week.
And right now the kitchen is starting to reek.  Eureka!
I left my heart and the bowl just the way they broke,
Now I'm out on the porch havin' a smoke.


Was it the way I had my socks balled up?
When I handed you the laundry?
Was it the way I,
Looked up at you and smiled?

There's no use in cryin' anymore!
I say there's no use in cryin' anymore!
There's no use in cryin' anytime!
Spilled milk, you'll always be mine!

BUBBA'S CAFE

Who I really love is you,
As I love green and blue.
Now, I'm having some the,
And these are the facts...
at...
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe.

Now you have gone on your own way.
With or without you I face my own day.
Sweet sister, you really sailed away!
And these are the facts...
at...
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe.

Cherishing you was best for me.
You had someone else I could see.
I guess you really needed to be free!
Now there's nothin' left to do but buy some tea...
at...
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe.

I would've preferred " 'til death do us part."
But you had other things on your chart.
I dreamt only of you dusk to dawn!
Now there's nothin' left to do but write this song...
at...
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe
Bubba's Cafe!

SCA June, 1994