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Riding The Bus

Riding The Bus

Jimmy Cliff singing in my ears

Ruby with a gun in Brixton

Bus shaking as the driver grinds the gears

Every bus ride is a long one

Swinging

Swinging from the strap one handed

Keep looking for your stop and you’re

Freezing

Freezing so the rain don’t fog up the windows

Keep looking for your stop

Catch a glimpse of the gulf every day

Crossing that bridge at Edgewater

Take it all in ’til you get taken away

Riding through the streets of Clearwater

Swinging

Singing in your head little snatches of a song

Now you missed your stop

Ringing

Ringing the bell let me off right here

Cussin and fussin cuz damn I missed my stop

 

words and pictures © Christopher Ward. All rights reserved.

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Now.

Posted: August 26, 2012 in poetry
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Memory

Shuffling between worlds

Between dimensions

Multiverse made of vibrating membranes, superimposed quanta

“Now”

Is

An

Illusion

“Now” is all there is

 

What was this at one time? LG Optimus phone camera; Instagram Lo-Fi setting and Paper Camera Pastel.

words  and pictures © Christopher Ward. All rights reserved.

Clayelle.

Confluence is a weird thing. Or, a better way to put that, would be this: A picture of a statue, combined with an article I read on Cracked.com, plus a really cheesy riff I came up with on guitar, plus my literary pretensions, times my break-up, led to this song about men trying to force women to be something they’re not. Or something.

If you click the link, you’ll find an article about the ways men are trained to secretly hate women. One of the most interesting points to me was the bit about men feeling that the culture has promised them a girl all their own. And, much like a Real Doll(tm), this woman isn’t supposed to have much say in this arrangement. Guy does such and such, guy gets the girl of his dreams – just about every movie or book or TV show that features a male/female dynamic in it somewhere has this setup. Of course, this rarely happens in real life: thus, men feel cheated. It’s why a lot of guys have these antagonistic relationships with their significant others, allegedly. 

About the song: Rob hates the name. I get attached to these song titles that use words not found anywhere in the song. Rob comes from the school of thought that the title has to be part of the chorus. I usually feel like the song’s title should reflect the mood of the piece, and that if you say something in the chorus, you don’t need to repeat it. Most songs are written, of course, the way Rob would write. It’s more memorable that way. You hear a song, the chorus is catchy enough to stick in your head; when you look for that song, you look for the part you remember. I think I’m just obstinate. Whatever. Google the name, if you must.

Pygmalion.

It was like any other day
I made a girl friend out of clay
I taught her all the things to say
We’ll see how far it goes

We found a pleasant place to stay
In gulfport right beside the bay
It’s like a party everyday
We’ll see how far it goes

She don’t like rock and roll
Only listens to Philly soul.

It was like any other day
Me and Clayelle went out to play
She worries about how much she weighs
You know how far that goes

Clayelle looked so far away
Her 1000 yard stare made me say
“Hey baby why you look at me that way?”
You know how far that goes

She likes to dress in black
When she reads Jack Kerouac.

It was like any other day
Clayelle brought home a bag of clay
I looked at her, she looked away
I guess that’s how
it goes.

The chorus of the song is still under debate. 

Except for the Cracked.com article, words and pictures © Christopher Ward. All rights reserved.

Okay, close your eyes. Imagine a gently strummed acoustic guitar and a ukulele with finger-snaps as the accompaniment to this. Mostly major chords and a lullaby-type feel and softness. Maybe birds tweeting, a la “Loving You” By Minnie Ripperton. Shh. Peaceful. So serene.

NOW OPEN YOUR EYES.

This is what you see upon awaking.

Industrial Protocols Temporarily Suspended

I’m gonna let my mind wander where it wants to go

Just one time

I’m gonna think about the yes when it should really be no

Just one time

There ain’t no reason you and I could ever be

Just one time

But I’m gonna pretend you’re saying yes to being here with me

Just one time

And when I’m finished with my dreaming, non-productive inefficiency away from the machine

Imagine sunsets, holding hands, growing old, raindrops and playing under shady trees

I’ll step back into this colorless world

I’ll wake myself up to this empty land

I’ll keep a tight grip on my emotions like I should

I’ll put this mask back on and promise I’ll be good.

I’m gonna clear my head and think about those satin ties

Just one time

Roped together in a holy union of Earth and the Skies

Just one time

There’s a bond that we share and you know that it can’t be denied

Just one time

But we shouldn’t have to be the ones ashamed and terrified

Just one time

And when we wake up in the cold gray light of unlit day and pretend it never was

We’ll go right back to work in the straitjacket uniform and punch the clock like everybody else does

We’ll step back into this colorless world

We’ll wake ourselves up to this empty land

We’ll keep a tight grip on our emotions like we should

We’ll put the mask back on and promise we’ll be good.

words and pictures © Christopher Ward. All rights reserved.

So many points ...

I don’t know. I think maybe I need help.

 

Song with !s
(Double bass drumming throughout)


Pointy guitar pointy guitar!
Pointy guitar pointy guitar !
I let my friend see my pointy guitar
He said it made me look just like a rock star!
He want to take it home and play killer riffs
But he’s a drummer so he gotta get dissed!
Pointy guitar pointy guitar!
Pointy guitar pointy guitar!
My pointy guitar don’t like yer mom!
My pointy guitar just came back from nam!
My pointy guitar got a right to be
Hostile cos people keep persecuting the
Pointy guitar pointy guitar!
Pointy guitar pointy guitar!
Pointy guitar solo!

(insert screechy guitar noises)


Pointy guitar pointy guitar!
Pointy guitar pointy guitar!
Of all the guitars you might find
Ain’t nobodys guitar pointier than mine!
I got it at the pawn shop
For fiddy bux!
With a leather jacket and some kick ass nun chucks!
Pointy guitar etc!
Pointy guitar and so forth!

(Screechy ad-lib fade)

words and pictures © Christopher Ward. All rights reserved.

Cassingle 2

Posted: August 14, 2011 in poetry, sci fi
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Here are a couple new things. Enjoy.

Here And Now

 

You’ve seen the American dream

You can put it on plastic, electronic beam

Spend all your nights on Ambien and Heineken

Hit that black coffee in the morning to  do it all over again

Finally

When you have everything

You ever wanted to own

They’ll put your rims

On the wheels of the sweet Cadillac

Come forth to carry you home

But that’s not here

And that’s not now, my love

And if that’s not clear

Then I don’t know how, my love

And I don’t know what else I can say

We all do what we gotta do

Find some way we can make it through

We all do what we gotta do

Push this pull that till we make it through

There are people on a screen

From the cloud or the net or electronic beam

They surround you all the time

Let me just add your name to this little list of mine

And there you are

Frozen smile in place

Your holy digital ghost

You never leave

Till your iLife apps

Arrive in the post

Some days I can barely speak

I get so mad and crazy but I feel so weak

There’s a voice that I hear telling me everything I’ve done wrong

It sounds just like mine, so I got no one else to pin it on

In another world

Where they’ve got cars that can fly

And you live in a dome

I dress like a spaceman

And it always works out

In our happy little home

But that’s not here

And that’s not now, my love

And if that’s not clear

Then I don’t know how, my love

And I don’t know what else I can say

We all do what we gotta do

Find some way we can make it through

We all do what we gotta do

Push this pull that till we make it through

Fire Spinners

 

Here comes the wave

Here comes the sea

Here comes the sand

Sticking to my feet

Here comes the sun set

And it’s always right on time

Here’s something to cling to

To ease my troubled mind

The twilight calls out to the fire spinners

Djembes laying down the time

There’s a new moon, you can see Orion hangin low

So put your little hand in mine, yeah

Here comes the night

Here comes peace

Here comes a little quiet

To make the madness cease

Here comes a little space

Just for you and me

A little time to be us

A little time to be free

words and pictures © Christopher Ward. All rights reserved.

Role.

Posted: June 3, 2011 in poetry
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Bass-heavy, slow and percussive. You could slow dance to it, or you could skate to it.

playing the part of a shadow

playing the part of a shadow

I know the part that you’re reading for
The script you’re poring over and the blocking you’ve imagined
But your scenery doesn’t really fit the staging
You better take some new directions in the margins

You want to play the long suffering heroine
I’m supposed to be the villain using you line by line
But this writer’s strike hasn’t left us much to work with here
Except for dumdum bubble gum pablum on rewind

It’s all so real, it’s just like reality
It’s close enough to actual
But replace the facts with facility
In this class act, where your actions are trained classically
We can wear the mask
So we can act naturally

I suppose you think you’ve got good reasons
I suppose you’ve come to view this as a contest of will
I suppose you think when it all goes to pieces
You’ll have all the ammo you’ll need for the kill

And at the curtain calls you’ll get your ovation
Because truly this is it, the role of a lifetime
And you put your all into playing your part
Just like you convinced yourself that I played mine

It’s all so real, it’s just like reality
It’s close enough to actual
But replace the facts with facility
In this class act, where your actions are trained classically
We can wear the mask
So we can act naturally

words and pictures © Christopher Ward. All rights reserved.