Jim Jones Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test

To all;

This is one of the Poems I’ve OCR’d from
the time, 10/11/82, when I typed my Poems
(remember electric Typewriters?).
I want to put these on my Blog
and eventually Podcast, when I learn how to do that process.

Best read aloud in a lonely attic or basement.

Bob

 

Jim Jones Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test

 

I have my standards

No bondage on the first date

no talks, long into the blue bitter night

6)-of death and drugs

and demons and such

of the lust you feel

for a vampire’s touch

of how you would follow

if only l’d lead

of how you’d be mine

if only I’d bleed

of how he’s only a sailor on a ship

that will reach your port again

you know, ‘cause the candlesigns tell you

and the dark red tarot reveal

 like the horror scope say

your blood red sea man

who tastes of foreign salts

who sweats so well and comes to you in your

gray dreams

reaching you out of the frozen brine

touching you from all the

Atlantic         sea man’s bars

with a kiss that catches blood

and you ask me

as we sit and drink tea and tea

what did we conversate on

he and I

that night the door was locked

7)-Though you create wounds

after his dreams

I see him, too

truer

at the bottom of the water

on a chain he dealt himself

bound and cuffed

hand and bound

by our dreams

by our

                dreams

you called him

Steven

I no longer

call on him

to rescue me from

a house where curtains never change

from sitting on the stoopstep

and waitin’ for the rain

from bein’ free of anyone

whose image is a scene

from writin’ words that never say

what they shoulda mean

from life that goes on only

cause it don’t know any better

where only words are real

and the only news is weather

I don’t walk up to the dock

in the middle of the snow

to watch and wait and sing a sang

of night and worlds below

because I think he’ll listen

because I think he’ll hear

I only do these things at night

because, you see, I’m here

8)-you used to wait for letters

till they turned the mailbox off

the phone don’t ring

since Unca John died

and then it only coughed

you don’t believe in TVs

telling ’bout the rays

you only have your radio as

com pass for your days

and me to always tell you

the world ended yesterday

the seaman’s starin’ up the water

nothing can he say

but oh does he look beautiful

the muscles seen through shreds

and it really doesn’t matter

if he’s alive or dead

’cause we would love him anyway

and keep him by our side

it would not a bad thing be

if he were here and died

his teeth their pearl then would remain

his hair that hardy sheen

his air of being everywhere

his taste of…not quite clean

and than you see he could not fail

to satisfy our needings

and it would be a constant thrill

and punctuate our bleedings

 

but this is only fantasy            

his ship sails ’round some cape     neither knows the reasons

In Flo ri da or Euc ua dor           neither has the man

or maybe Idaho State

and he has a girl in every port

and you were just but two

who loved the sea man’s image 4th reversion

as though you’d make it true 10/11/32

and I just sit Bob Small

by dock, by night

no potion in my hand

and sing the songs

of lost and lust

as though I understand

that though he marked us

You and I

and each we wear his brand

neither is the truer

neither knows the reasons

neither has the man

4th reversion 

10/11/82 

Bob Small

About bobsmall1

Bob Small has read at Bacchanal, Barnes and Noble, Borders, The Booksource (Swarthmore), The Clark Park Festivals,Community College of Philadelphia Highwire Gallery, The Mad Poets Annual Food Fest Reading, The Middle East Restaurant, Nexus GalleryThe Painted Bride Arts Center, The Philadelphia Ethical Society, Robin's Bookstore The University of Pennsylvania and also in New York City, Trenton, NJ, Washington, DC, and in many Delaware Valley Venues. He is the author of numerous chapbooks, including El Otro Lado (with Maralyn Lois Polak), On watching America Die, Small Steps and Toes (with Lamont B. Steptoe), and The Unapoet. This is his first Reading in over a year. Bob Small was Founder and President of the two decades old Poets and Prophets, which presented Poetry Readings in both Delaware County and Philadelphia. Bob was the Chair of The Delaware County Green Party and was the First Green Party Candidate in Delaware County (2005). He was also a Green Party National Delegate, among other duties. He is the Founder and Facilitator of The Pennsylvania Ballot Access Coalition (PaBac), which is a Coalition of both Independents and Third Parties., seeking to legislatively improve Pennsylvania's Ballot Access Laws. (Facebook) Bob is also a founding member and Facilitator of Democracy Unplugged, and Delco Debates, which has presented Independent and Third Party Forums in Delaware County since 2004. Facebook) He was formerly involved with Cinema Resistance, and Delco Pledge of Resistance. Bob currently lives in Swarthmore with his wife and their menagerie of animals. He is currently focused on writing a Novel and organizing his Poetry, which he posts on his Blog (Bob Small1). He is retired from most of the above activities, except Delco Debates and Poets and Prophets, which he may return to.
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