Urban Love Shotgun Standoff

 

Urban Love Shotgun Stand-Off

(the victory that wasn't quite a victory)

Boy, can't you ever give up...give away...give in?

Why you always got to be right, in charge, in control,  in sane?

Can't you see how you lose the things you love the most

By holding them so tight they can't breathe in your grasp?

Why you gotta be like that, boy? Huh? Why? Huh?

I ain't gotta love you! I ain't gotta give you my body, mind and soul

Just 'cause you say I gotta. That ain't right.That ain't even decent!

Like "Mammy" said in her big movie scene of all time:

It ain't fittin'! It just ain't fittin!

Your mama didn't raise you like that. I know she didn't!

Her man dead and in the graveyard

"Cause she didn't take no stuff off'a him or his kind

And I ain't about to, neither! You treat me right and I'll treat you like a king

You keep treatin' me mean and I'll leave your sorry hound dog tail

So fast it'll make your unborn grandbabies cry! You got that?

I am a lady and I demand to be treated like the *@#$&^lady that I am!

You hear me, boy? And if you can't hear me

I will gladly cut you a hole in the side of your head so's you can!

I learned about stuff like that living next door to you'alls

Whilst I was growing up and observing and listening.

I realize that I have never said a word to you, raised my voice

Or even looked at you cross-eyed in all these years

That I have been loving you, supporting you

And giving you everything you needed, wanted and whined about

While I had to make do on scraps.....but Baby! them days is over!

Now! I am going to go to my second job and when I get back home

I expect to see your lazy, raggedy butt laying right here on this sofa

Where I left it with that stupid tv remote in your hand  

No female visitors allowed in here again. No, you can't have no money

 And you can just get up and get your own damned  beer from now on!!

You hear me, boy?!

©️by Voo Shining Stone

 December 19, 2004 

copyrighted

SCTV Monster Chiller Horror Theatre funniest stuff ever....

R I P Lenny Welch

 

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CRESCENT MOON ON THE HIGHWAY

     (start song  before reading)

Crescent Moon On The Highway

Lying here on this cold and misty Sunday afternoon

Cat at my feet on his blanket

The threat of rain outside my shuttered windows

I listen to Villanelle For Our Time by the master

Of the rough and tender voice

His verse running down my spine like a lover's fingers

Crooning bittersweet lyric into my ears with his distant tongue

The melody caresses me and makes me senseless

As he repeats "bitter searching of the heart" over and over and over

Until images conjure up from memory and lay themselves down

Upon my mind.

You, in that convertible under the stars on that long ago highway

We were laughing like mad people, kissing, more than paying attention

Music soaring on the tape deck 
And ebbing off behind us with the desert wind

My hair whipping around us like long black scarves

And thinking that if I could die of joy, then I would surely die

We were racing under clear cold skies looking for rain and storm

Loving lightning and angry clouds

But finding none, we drove on into the night

Listening to Leonard and holding each other hard enough to bruise.

Look, baby, you said and pointed to a crescent moon
Hanging low in the sky on the side of the highway 
A hundred miles from nowhere

And we pulled over 
And danced underneath that moon

Toasted it with champagne and kisses no one had ever kissed before

While the music trailed off into silence and clicked to a stop
As we stood in the glow of the headlights
Our eyes locked onto one another

And our hearts as close as hearts can be.

That long ago highway 
And that crescent moon and you

With your crooked smile and wind blown hair

How it all comes back to me now

Damn you, Leonard, with your bitter searching of the heart
And your rough and tender poet's voice

Bringing the past alive and spotlighting the present
With it's loneliness

And loss.........................

Damn you, Leonard.

©by Voo

December 5, 2005

5 p.m.

  BLESS YOU, LEONARD

Never Tear Us Apart