The Clementine Blues-for mon ami Clement Allic

The Clementine Blues" accompanied by organ grinder; smell of greek-frites & a crowd of fanatical Shia Muslims celebrating Masharraam.

Woke up this morning, feeling so blue
My Shrink never told me what I had to do
Ohhh these lonesome blues.

The whisky bottle's empty, the gin stinks like hell
Some asshole is ringing my door belle
Ohhhhhh these lonesome blues

My girlfriend busts my ass everytime I leave the door
She wants me just for sex but I aint so shure no more
Ohhhhh these lonesome blues

Call me in the evening, call me when my day is done
Tell me that you love me and just want "clean clean" fun-(unsung-groan)
Ohhhhh these lonesome blues.

Waht you got, you aint got no more!

Somewhere i thought you were mine
In the misty forests of the back of my mind
I was stupid enough to think
You'd never change.
Your love I carried in my jean pocket
Buried with the tobacco & some string
(a few coins rolled over your face
But I know you never felt a thing)
So onwards goes your love
Into other arms but mine,
Was it vanity or blindness
Made me think that you were mine?
The rain is crying out my sorrow
For what was never to be
A story that I love
A story of you and me.

Pot Luck Poems.

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-


-
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?

tuesdays

Darling I've a dose of the blues you could weigh on the scales, it might even break them! Came out the walls, took me by the balls & swung me round my head all day, let me go let me go, i've nothing to show , except dreams by the score i could sell.

From the elephants bathing in a Cambodian basin to the paddle-steamer stuck on the Niger, an orange juice seller could easily do better peeling oranges by the banks of the Nile, Give me a stick, lend me a brick, let's build a house on the edge of the world. Eat mangoes all day, steamy sex in the hay & a cow with milk without end-if I say that I miss you don't think I'm hissing like a snake in the corner of a rock' it's just that I'm feeling that I need a little healing -and where that may come from God only knows, so rub yourself against my dreams and even if it seems dirty, funky & blue-remember the time when you were still mine and your body was my Garden Of Eden. The Owner kicked us out for stealing a trout from his river by the Transylvanian Border. That opium den where 20 smokes cost only ten is imprinted on the map of my soul, unravel the map, there's a a Venus Fly Trap to catch you and to take you prisoner, you know what I'll do, I'll make the same brew that kept you by my side all that time, love you.

Tombuctou-Centre du Monde.

Tombouctoo, Centre of the World

Wanna go where the Desert ain’t so far

The Minarets still sticking

 Like Storks against the sky.

See the River Niger wandering through the land

Tuareg & Bedounins – their skins considered white

The Centre of The World has always been

              “Tombouctou”

Mud Walls & Mosques, Paddle steamers too

Who’d want to stay home when the wotld is still so huge

Mosque of Nando where barren women come

The offspring called Missiri Nando

             Blesings to the One.

The Cliffs of the Dogons every day destroyed

Clicking of the camera ,nicks & nacks for sale
            Oh Spirits of the Dead

Would you walk around a graveyard with vampire’s in your head?

Sand storms and Djinns, a kidnapping or two

Three women for wives, what yo going to do?

Baobob trees before the Romans conquered

Already gave their shade, stinking old camels

Munching all the thorns,a purple turban

Just before the dawn.

Dust In the air, dust In the sky

The Farmers looking for symbols in the sky

Stars like comets, comets like the stars

In Desert Darkness put to shame the Sun

Beting down with no mercy

Where the world beagn.

for everyman

To you I am a Father
For another I am a friend
To my sisters aways a brother
To the wind something to bend
To the elephant a flea upon the earthTo the red rose just a thief, plucked and given you
Token from your friend
Do you my mouth tell wonders of the stas ror just idle pratlle
A childs rattle
Could do better.

fron Suyia to Lissos

The harbour slips behind as my feet mount the gorge

Cicadas shrill song from every tree

Stink of Billy goats and semen on the rocks

Small piles of stones as in the high Himalaya

Where pilgrims have passed

Cypress roots push between the rocks

Wind so still yet Africa is never far away

Climbing up,climbing up the rocky hillsides

Until the hill becomes flat

(what a place to love you, the view so huge and wide )

along the earthy path where donkeys have left their mark

Then suddenly the view of Lisssos where once the Romans ran

Tiny blue Bay , turquoise water lapping

Lissos Bay-for you with my eyes.

love Jimmy