Sept. 1989
DAWN'S GIFT
THE JESUIT PRIEST
MASTER ABYSS
WILLIE MALAISE
HOPP ALONG THE BESTIAL TAIL
A ZIPPER STUCK IN ETERNITY
MR. SLIPPER SHOD
UPON THESE STEPS
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Credits: Inside Cover and Page 16 by Bruce Townley
(sometime in 1974?)
All other by David R. WyderDAWN'S GIFT
cold shivers
a cigarette for another finger
sealed ministers
each one with starch in the collar
dirty streets
heaven is a four walled cave
infallible cocks
hardened like cement yet soft as butter
mad hatters
with brains full of logical serenity
piss poor
endless puddles of token remorse
moody moments
with quakes detonated in nirvana
the female
ends her sentence with a period
the male
ends his paragraph with another
the gods
end all start naught
the souls
of the damned on a road.THE JESUIT PRIEST
The Jesuit Priest believed in the circus,
Santa Claus and pre-nuptial agreements.
He spent days in the sand on his knees
Building highways and leveling mountains.
Yet another teenage farce
He was overheard to say.
Never settle for less than the best
He did not have to but he always did.
His followers were Halloween gangsters
In love with their disguises.
Their women were only candy
After awhile the women got sour
And they would get holy cavities.
Without his knowledge the case
Was closed and the family jewels
Were adrift in a sea of doubt.
All the ragmuffin torture chambers
Could not hold his lust for punishment.
The parishioner was busy filling charm boxes
He bumped into the Jesuit Priest dressed up
As a gangster and asked him about
ABC's Saturday night lineup and the
Progress in nuclear power plant licensing.
Summer rental boxes from Hertz
Were put on a roller coaster atop the
Tenement while the slumlord charged a buck
A ride while he drank his profits
From a jelly jar and spit at onlookers.
Attempts to aid the war effort were
Found to be disheartening so we filled
Out Blue Cross forms at the local
Red Cross Chapter with women pornagraphers
Who asked us about the meaning of Columbus
The Jesuit Priest was immortalized in a
Cement statue at the bottom of the Hudson
With a placard that read "Here lies one of
God's engineers who ran out of steam."MASTER ABYSS
Someone was there to spoil the fun.
The parade passed by only to get rained on.
Under the influence of a spectator sport.
Self-flagellation she said and quickly smiled.
We made some tea and talked about mating our rats.
Still it rained on our parade
The judge mumbled something about Coca-Cola
And set us all free.
We still managed to torment the meter maid.
We repainted the firehouse and spilled shellac
All over the druggist's prescription.
We reported a missing "lost and found" to the police.
The police reported conduct unbecoming a politician.
But let it lay in the sidewalk anyway.
We played dice games and diagnosed the schizophrenia.WILLIE MALATSE
Willie Malaise known as the "Say What" kid
because he was legally deaf in one ear was also
known for his power hitting and oil slick
fielding during his diamond days.
Willie Malaise today enjoys his role as the Vice
President of a large food cooperative in
Northwestern Iowa. Now he is known for his
accuracy in predicting hog futures and he puts
in a full 10 hour day trying to distribute food
to all pockets of the globe. His old baseball
contacts don't help much ‘in this line of work
but he is able to find time for a yearly stint
as the manager of the company softball team.
Wille retired at the age of 38 from baseball
and had a lifetime average of .312 and smacked
660 homeruns. He was well liked by all,
especially the fans who delighted in giving him
"moments of silence" instead of the usual loud
standing ovation.
Willie Malaise says that he misses being on the
road and the baseball groupies that would meet
him in every town. He also misses the
camaraderie with his teammates which he
explained is a once in a lifetime thing. Willie
never married but is the father of 12 children
having been in court numerous times to plead
"no contest" to fathering a dozen deaf bambinos.
His baseball pension goes to child support and
hearing aids and his current salary keeps him
in the shoetips of luxury. He lists his
favorite songs as "Sounds of Silence" and
"Silence is Golden". He says there is nothing
like the love a farmer has for his hogs. He
lifts weights to keep in shape and hopes the
Giants win the pennant. He ended this interview
by saying the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is
"€ull of crap."HOPP ALONG THE BEASTIAL TAIL
Boastful egotism with sure fire hips
He stood tall while others slipped
He tried to line our pockets with mold
But got struck with hammers: and knocked out cold
The trenches were decorated with locals blood
Enough to satisfy the General and his Captain Mud.
Vindictive, unpleasant, stately and raw
Quick in the sack but slow to the draw
A tempter in dreams a clown in the streets
Sarcastic and ill tempered to everyone he meets
A designer of checks a loser of balances
Can't think straight and don't know what talent is.,|
He massacred giraffes and tortured llamas
He raped the empress in the emperor's pajamas
His band of renegades never played a tune
Only killed more peasants under the full moon
They left him armless with tongue cut out
Stuck in a mass toilet with democracy in doubt.
Hopp along the bestial tail
Egos slip and minds fail
Hopp along the bestial tail
Forget hope get used to jail.10A ZIPPER STUCK IN ETERNITY
Sometimes I feel like a zipper stuck in eternity
In the middle of doing something for nothing
And about to die of frustration
But life is not a bed all comfortable and warm
Most of the time its a zipper stuck in eternity
Frozen in anticipation or ducking buckshot
From a wildman out to do you harm
Yet in all sincerity I can say love is the answer
But I still don't know what the question is
Some say life is cells and being healthy
Others say its your station in life and being wealthy
I look for the balance beam and being happy
Believe in myself and eliminating the crappy
Each day is an opportunity for honest expression
And trust that the end is only the beginning
But sometimes I feel like a zipper stuck in eternity
Not able to function but aware of the mess
Looking for the oil to unloosen me the best.
11MR. SLIPPER SHOD
Mr. Slipper Shod
never wears shoes
has aluminum rugs
cuts ice and sells
lemon dolls to traders.
Mr. Slipper Shod
awakes in doldrums
and explodes at the
mention of price increase
in tomato paste.
Mr. Sliper Shod
climbs down drain pipes
and clings to the cuffs
of weather people about
to forecast gloom.
Mr. Slipper Shod
grins a careless grin
at ladies carrying bags
marked "for sinners only"
and whose stockings never match.
Mr. Slipper Shod
sheds tears and performs
eulogies for endangered species
marks them off one by one
and has himself last on the list.
Mr. Slipper Shod
sings to birds but
can't remember the melody
long enough to ever finish
and the birds fly away.
Mr. Slipper Shod
goes through life
without a care in the world
never gets hung up
just hangs out.UPON THESE STEPS
Here we sit upon steps of gold
the computer blinks twice and we are transported
to a land where there are no politicians, no
police, no pessimism, no pity, no pigheadedness.
People float upon steps of gold
make their marks with a brush of love
soft colors, holy colors, gentle colors
songs of peace, joy and passion.
We work upon steps of gold
one step after the other
always going upward never on the decline
our payment is serenity.
We dine upon steps of gold
digest the clouds and drink the rain
satisfied with the intake
of fresh love, truth and joy.
Steadfast upon our steps of gold
time non-existent the majesty of creation
constantly unfolding and the white
grandness of life forming substance bathes us.
Upon these steps of gold
Love, the feeling we all hold
Love, the feeling in our control
Upon these steps of gold.
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