Category Archives: Old Man Punk

assortment of vaguely lyrical, largely angtsy words to sing or spiel

Cold Water Flat

V.1

Landlady’s always angry

So I keep stranger hours

Meditate to TV static

Decorate with fresh flower

V.2

Use the payphone downstairs

Still with a rotary dial

Instant coffee in electric kettle

Takeaway leftovers wrapped in foil

C.1

I will wait for you

In this cold water flat

Paid 3 months in advance

For this walk-up tenement

V.3

I’ve waited near a decade now

Loved other in between

But affections are on hiatus

Until you conquer me

V.4

Complications acknowledged

I’m complicit to the scheme

Reinvention and retribution

Or maybe something in between

C.2

I’m still waiting for you

In this cold water flat

Three storey Victorian lady

I’ve mailed you a scribbled map

V.5

Hot water register yawns

Either freezes of burns

Three coins to run the washer

Dirt spins and I yearn

V.6

Two bricks and stolen planks

Fashion a sturdy coffee table

Year old magazines bore me

Come quickly – as soon as you’re able

V.7

Registered with a fake name

Though i’ve nothing to fear

Endearments terms are wide open

Come by whenever, I’m always here

C.3

I’m here sequestered

In this cold water home

Hinges are rusty squeaky

Mournful jazz saxophone

V.8

Gave up the booze mostly

And usually the smokes

My addictions have changed now

Hooked on lamenting lost hope

V.9

I’m better than you expected

Finer than you’ve wished

My heart is wide open

Like a cliche cinema kiss

C.4

Please come to me

In this cold water room

I’ve survived the winter barely

And desire you so very soon

B.1

There’s a broken bidet

and a persian french cat

striped awning across the street

where strangers wait for a bus

going home to a fresh bottle

cork just popped by a lover

or even a gentle friend –

envy is useless emotion

as is its cousin jealousy

takes all my self-restraint

to maintain dignity

not shout out the window

go home, go quick

love you fools, be loved

I’ve Seen the Pathway (Tired Traveler)

i’ve seen the pathway
tis cobbled rocky and twisted
arranged enough to confuse
and mislead
but it leads
to the finest lands
you’ve ever dreamed

if you manage to stand
and can navigate by orion
you’ll arrive in the bay
left by bandits, fishers and seers
where abundance and tranquillity await
so replenish your weighted mind
tired traveler
and soak in the nectar of another
delirious day

Seems Born to Drive

My Ingersol Rand representative
seems to be
born to drive

“I’ll gain success
by making friends
with numbers,”
exclaimed in a backslide

sure a bit rough around the edges
and often high on LSD
air tools look more splendid
displayed in meaty catalogs

greasy prints, overalled
hauling backwards now
wailing down Granville
dodging cabs
playing chicken with buses
pylons flying
a mob soon gathers

(tbc)

Errant Gaze (20-something punk)

Blondes in tanktops
they can’t defer
the passion lingering
for my home and her

A healthy meal
a harmonious deal
a sleep-filled night
without a fight

I’d take a chance
if i could
not take the
life i’d made

A subtle glance
might change all the
circumstance
with your halter top
pigtails and
happenstance

Mascara gaze
but not for me
i sigh in mystery
and recollect
these blissful days
long past misery

You could be the
St patty’s day
fling for me
but it ain’t to be
cause i got mine
back at home

Lime green shirt
in enthusiasm
relating tales
of scores and failures
with curly haired friend
past me
in tilted cap
by wobbly chair
makes the time
in my mind
with another blonde

In another time
somewhat shy
just little bit like me
desperate glance

Your swept back hair
leaning into my
uncommon circumstance
me remembering
those bewildering times
scores and conquests
and extra lies

Your Letter Came

Your Letter Came
as clouds rolled in
message left
with blinking light

Don’t push me over
though you know you are able
i fall too quick and
likely bruise my knees

Despite your
circumspect intentions
selective memories
are clearer yet
of distant trips

When the letter dropped
in basket like an easter egg
the envelope crisp
the stamps foreign
the writing i knew
instantly it’s you

Despite my zen demeanor
i confess to waiting
everyday for a note
for my own jealous reasons

Reading your note
the bitterness fades
Finally i can say,
that i just pleased
to have played a part
in your intrepid life

Sadie Superstar

Sadie often I told you
don’t break two laws at once
Sadie don’t wanna scold you
but i won’t bail you out
more than twice

You’ve been taking
candy from strangers
since you were a kid
now you’re craving
the impending danger
your habits bring

Sadie Superstar
I believe that you’ll be
even better
than any of us are

I’m not sure
how to explain
but your twinkle
and your poetics
make you sublime

Leaving Iceland

Thorvald sets sail
to follow his brother’s trail
unsure of expectations
but comfortable sure of direction

headed towards vinland
where scraelings abound
he’s windy and heady
and leaves nothing behind

Twenty Bill

Feel like a twenty bill
Stony drunk and built to spill
Out on the roadway
Like i feel

Got a few of bucks for gas
Spent the rest on grass
Roll it up to
Be more real

Stowed away on slow ships
Left behind on roadtrips
Trains lost somewhere
Seeking a meal

Haggard memories of embrace
My boots in your suitcase
Somehow always comes back
Back to your smile

Paint me up in Crayola hues
Aquamarine and patina blues
If i could be someone else
I’d choose Coeur du bois
Couer du bois, or you

The Ferry Changes Tack

The ferry changes tack
to let the seaplanes land
tilts gamely from
the wake left behind

dragonflys were
the first to migrate
flying miles in just a day
discovered by someone younger
studying ambered fossil chunks
and specific DNA

cruisers berthed in harbour
barges haul the ore
trains railing sulphur,
prairie wheat and coal

ships robust laden
steaming to a horn
lonely crewman leans past jericho
leaving gastown cobbles behind

Edwin Embarks

Edwin wake up!
His father shook the boy
the journey begins this moment
before us long roads
and open seas

but poppa i’m tired he cried
and missing ma so much
do we have to go now
tell me why we must

Yes child
i believe you
hard and drawn
cobble paths and study oars
lead to distant shores and homes

but we’ll leave our home
and the greenest shore
grey rocky bluffs
that we’ll see no more

myths we follow
to a westfaced coast
somewhere vacant
with peaceful straits

stony walls
upturned hulls
protect us now
from the wolves

edwin let’s tread
come boy you’re strong
adventure awaits us
lit by late summer sun