Pot Luck Poems.
A forever new horizon
(a sphinx i can never be)
draw me like gold
To a sunset I've never seen
Sit outside the mosque
hear the murmur of the prayers
Hear the camels farting
the munching in my ears
i'd ride with Genghis Khan
If a horse was up for sale
Ride the steppes,
hunt with the hawks
And sleep with a Circassain princess
a new one every dawn.
Cross a a jackel with a snake,
Cross your heart & swear it'll never break.
Take my hand in yours
my Herat heart so cold
Give it to the Devil
Keep it warm -upon his stove.
I'd love to love you
If only one more time
Feel the turbulence of the words that fall-
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Feel the excitement of both our bodies so enthralled
I lose my breath every time i see your face
That's what happens
When you cross a jackal with a snake.
I tattoed your soul with colours so gay
Spiked ink under your skin
Once so grey
Held the texture for hours & hours
Felt the intimacy as if we were both in the shower
Transformed your outside into something brand new
Now you've got it -what ya going to do
A shaman, a thug, a criminal clown or a thief
A bit of your soul I caught in the drift
I
I keep it on the altar where the Buddha sits still
Be welcome my love-it's another of my skills!
The Buddha chews gum
spits on the street
Mohammed thinks women are kinda cute
Ramana Maharshi has fleas in his beard
Bob Dylan is putting out another Christmas Album this year
Politicains lie & cheat
The rest of us wonder what the fuck were going to eat
Al Queida have an order-new sandals all round
And Victorias Secret have gone underground
To publish a book is more than a threat
Goodnight everyone-sorting out my debt!
Lost my mind on your railway line
Lost my money paying for your time
Lost bout all, why why why
Just born under a bad sign
Lost at poker, lost on a Joker
Gained a disease for a diamond
Got washed out in my creek
Just picking scabs
Just born under a bad sign
Been cleaned in Louisiana
Cleaned out by a crocodile
Paid the Mojo Man a fortune
Just to spend a life with you
Mmm born under a bad sign.
Coffee feelings-cold room blues
Woke up thinking about you
All the good things we used to do
Left the lights on just to be sure that I was here
Left water running-
Just don't seem to care
Mmmm Good Morning Blues
Whatcha going to do
Throw me out, throw out even my shoes?
If you'd come back baby I promise to be a better man
Yes Baby I can still be a better man
Leave all my wickedness behind me
Go to heaven on my hands!
Sorceress inside the lungs
Raging demons in the brain
Uneasiness is my business in trade
When all looks easy
When she smells real fine
When there's no wolves howling
And you're living at the bottom of the mine.
Look over your shoulder
Where the darkness has an even glow
I'll be sitting wondering and saying
How do you Do?
Dear Mr. Coquelle,
ReplyDeleteYou"re a damn of a good poet and writer.Since i knew your blog, i find myself reading and reading your poems and texts.It's pleasure .Thanks for this gift, sharing with us your treasures.Dandavats, pranams, Ana Lavigne