O Lucky Man: “Poor People”

Poor people are poor people, and they don’t understand
A man’s got to make whatever he wants, and take it with his own hands.

Poor people stay poor people, and they never get to see
Someone’s got to win in the human race, if it isn’t you, then it has to be me.

So smile while you’re makin’ it / Laugh while you’re takin’ it / Even though you’re fakin’ it
Nobody’s gonna know . . . nobody’s gonna know.

It’s no use mumbling, it’s no use grumbling; life just isn’t fair
There’s no easy days, there’s no easy ways. Just get out there and do it!

And sing and they’ll sing your song / Laugh while you’re getting on
Smile and they’ll string along, and nobody’s gonna know
Nobody’s gonna know / Nobody’s gonna know / And nobody’s gonna know . . .

A FANTASTIC FILM !
watch it HERE

soundtrack by Alan Price of The Animals
1973, 183 min.

American Iambs for Springtime

I couldn’t stop movin’ when it first took hold
It was a warm spring night at the old town hall
There was a group called The Jokers, they were layin’ it down
Don’t cha know I’m never gonna lose that funky sound

Rock and roll, Hoochie Koo / Lawdy mama light my fuse
Rock and roll, Hoochie Koo / Truck on out and spread the news

The skeeters start buzzing ’bout this time o’ year
I’m goin’ round back, she said she’d meet me there
We were rollin’ in the grass that grows behind the barn
When my ears started ringin’ like a fire alarm

Rock and roll, Hoochie Koo / Lawdy mama light my fuse
Rock and roll, Hoochie Koo / Truck on out and spread the news

Hope ya’ll know what I’m talkin’ about
The way they wiggle that thing really knocks me out
I’m gettin’ high all the time, hope ya’ll are too
Come on a little closer, gonna do it to you

Rock and roll, Hoochie Koo / Lawdy mama light my fuse
Rock and roll, Hoochie Koo / Truck on out and spread the news

That I’m tired of payin’ dues / Done said goodbye to all my blues
Lawdy mama light my fuse

 

AND NOW,
The MFA Modern Lit re-write:

spring: The Jokers
(in Hoochie-Koo, the lawdy Hoochie Koo—)

and so the laying-down
until fuse lit

the mama lawdyspread, a truck
trucking the news;

skeeters buzz the grass, rolling, rolling
alarmed: the barn fire

// she had said she would meet me//

in Hoochie-Koo (the lawdy Hoochie Koo)

wriggling, spring knocked
higher // closer than time had known

bitten, dues paid, bit-lit

illiterate

mama lit that fuse
in Hoochie-Koo, the lawdy

Name of a City

https://connecthook.files.wordpress.com/2018/04/0df85-boston1.jpg
So many people have come and gone… their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on — as clear as the sun in the summer sky
                                                                                                                            BOSTON

Your name remains: a magic word
to conjure nights of springs long-gone.
I muse upon your face, alone
and find my heaven’s hope deferred.
Since unpoetic life occurred,
Romance has gilded scenes long dead.
Nostalgic memory has fed
the embers of a fire you stirred.
You turned and walked out of my days.
I never heard your voice again.
Yet memories of you amaze
Engraved in my adoring brain.
In labyrinths we wonder free
to meet again eventually.

or decasyllables . . .  which is better ?

Your name remains with me. A magic word
To conjure nights and scents of springs long-gone.
I muse upon your tawny face, alone
And find my heaven’s hope now long–deferred.
Since unpoetic life and age occurred,
Romance has gilded scenes that lie long dead.
Nostalgic memory of you has fed
The smoldering embers of a fire you stirred.
One spring, you turned and walked out of my days.
I never heard your feline voice again.
Yet memories of you, intense, amaze
Engraved for good in my adoring brain…
On, through the labyrinths, we wander free
To meet in time again, celestially.

 

Something Japanese:
carp-pools, bamboo, some old monk . . .
yes—Oriental !

In Every Dreamhome

In every dream home a heartache – and every step I take
Takes me further from heaven / Is there a heaven?
I’d like to think so…

Standards of living, they’re rising daily
But home, oh sweet home  – it’s only a saying…
From bell push to faucet / in smart town apartment
The cottage is pretty / The main house a palace
Penthouse perfection…
But what goes on / What to do there –
Better – pray  there…

Open plan living, bungalow ranch style
All of its comforts seem so essential
I bought you mail order / My plain wrapper baby
Your skin is like vinyl / The perfect companion
You float my new pool, de luxe and delightful
Inflatable doll: my role is to serve you
Disposable darling / Can’t throw you away now
Immortal and life-size / My breath is inside you
I’ll dress you up daily / And keep you till death sighs

Inflatable doll:  lover ungrateful
I blew up your body… but you blew my mind

Oh those heartaches…
dreamhome heartaches…