SAGITTARIUS MOON

live like you gonna die tomorrow
wild like you are the final flame
a white flash into the dark
before the rain comes thundering down

live like you gonna die tomorrow
shoot your gun at the rising sun
crash right into your walls
and watch all come crumbling down

she don't mind
shakes it all the time
like a monkey' s on her back

if you got time
man she got the crime
gonna get it while she can

live like you gonna die tomorrow
shoot you gun a the rising
a white flash into the dark
before the rain comes thundering down

get your kicks
get your kicks sugar
get your kicks
i don' t mind

get your kicks
get your kicks sugar
get your kicks
while there's time

we were born
hiding from the storm
gonna fight it all we can

voodoo saints
riding on a flame
gonna raise some hell again

live like you gonna die tomorrow
wild like your are the final flame
a white flash into the dark
before the rain comes thundering down

get your kicks
get your kicks sugar
get your kicks
i don' t mind

get your kicks
get your kicks sugar
get your kicks
while there's time


POETS AND PORN STARS
"GET YOUR KICKS"
Part of the soundtrack of the skateboarding DVD "Tastes like awesome"
The picture...yeah, it's me...

The stickers on my board were peeled from the bathroom wall
at a skateboard shop in the South Bay.
Sorry guys, but if I go in to spend money, I expect free stickers.
That's how its always been.

8 DAYS OF RAIN

As black as the night can get
everything is safer now
there's always a way to forget
once you learn to find a way how

in the blur of serenity
where did everything get lost?
the flowers of naivete
buried in a layer of frost

the smell of Sunshine
I remember sometimes

thought he had it all before they called his bluff
found out that his skin just wasn't thick enough
wanted to go back to how it was before
thought he lost everything
then he lost a whole lot more

a fool's devotion
swallowed up in empty space
the tears of regret
frozen to the side of his face

the smell of sunshine
I remember sometime

I've done all I can do
could I please come with you?
sweet smell of sunshine
I remember sometimes


LYRICS BY NINE INCH NAILS
"I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO JOINING YOU ...FINALLY"

IS THAT RAIN I HEAR ?

Dogs , cats, buckets
The rain won't stop
A River Runs Through It
Yes a film, also my front yard

At least it's not
Wind blown
Just coming straight down
Flurries, waves and spirals
The Physics club is in town

Oh , the poor rain gutter
Today must earn its pay
The overflowing torrent
Makes it sag and sway

But when the sun arrives
You'll see the vibrant green
Hard to picture now
But look closely, you'll see what I mean

REMEMBERING MILLER

On rainy days like this
I like to escape into old memories
We used to skate Miller School
6 foot, with an offshore breeze

We drove beat up surf cars
As you can see
They got us to the beach and back
You'd see them at Miller by 4:30

There were no skate parks back then
We skated embankments and drainage ditches
MW lost a tooth here
Occasionally there were stitches

I dislocated my left shoulder
It still bothers me today
We wore no pads or helmets
In youth, small is the price to pay

I wore vans with no shoelaces
That's how I liked to ride
It made it so much easier
To pull off a Bertalman slide

We skated days, sometimes by moon light
When we were done
We'd go to Stough
For an evening downhill run

Those days are long gone now
The embankments have speed bumps
I blame it on those rowdy , pink haired, Mohawk
Skater punks

Skated like we surfed
Drawing lines across the wall
You could hear screeching wheels
But rarely did we fall

It's nice to have these memories
And see the faces of old friends
While the rain pours down buckets
I sit back, and remember when......



The first 2 pictures are of me.
The 3rd has PGB on the left side
GW is on the right side
We all still Skate.
The pictures were taken sometime in late 1979,
or early 1980...I can't remember exactly .
The photographer was a girlfriend of GW. I forgot your name...Sorry

A PLEASANT FARMER'S MARKET SUNDAY

"Get out" she says
"We are social animals,
Especially you" she says
"Take the bus to town "
"Just walk around"
"You need to see people!"

So I rode with a friend
To the Farmer's market
Found a space for the car
And parked it

Bought some good coffee for my Aunt
Also a mug for her from the local potter
The brown glaze made with volcanic ash
The red color is molten copper

Picked out a nice breadfruit
Got a good deal
Then sat in the car
To eat a curry pumpkin and chicken meal

Watched the pretty women walk by
I'd look, he'd look
Then we would just sigh

Saw a couple of friends
The usual...
"Where have you been ?"
"Not getting out much"
Not exactly a lie, but then again

Read the paper
At a leisurely pace
Cut some weeds
To increase the yard space

Another nice day
But sometimes at night
Soon after dusk
Something does not feel right

A WARM, FUZZY, FEELING

It was one of those
Good days
Starting out slow
Worked in the garden
The rain never showed

Read some great things
A couple of friends came by
Planting the winter garden
Under the sunny, blue sky

Got to daydream a bit
And the kitchen is clean
I should have done laundry
Sunny enough to dry jeans

A warm, fuzzy, feeling inside
After the last few days sounds strange
Funny, how quickly
One's mood can change

ONLY THEN

Drip, drip, drip
The rain falls from the gutter
To the gravel
Meanwhile, my mind unravels

Thinking about things
I cannot control
Trying to stop with a diversion
Before the thoughts gain hold

Loneliness beyond words
Yet, I'll try to explain
Not seeing or speaking to anyone
Takes it's toll on the brain

Sometime soon , I may be thrust
Into familiar social circles
Only then will I know
If I'll miss just the sound of a rice pot gurgle