in Calgary resides a mayor proving pluralism really works with it there is nothing you can’t do

in Vancouver resides artists #1 film making paraphernalia nothing they’ve found yet they can’t do

oil monger’s profits heading skyward gas guzzler’s costs per gal. going down a little

respect is a girl’s best friend so do not ask if you do not want an answer

of course she does not want anyone to be where they do not want to be

mother was a jolly old [...]]]> so far away form Dixie Land
mother would not take the stand
her mother gave to her

respect is a girl’s best friend
so do not ask if you do not
want an answer

of course she does not want
anyone to be where they do not
want to be

mother was
a jolly old soul
when they let her

good night Trixie
your granddaughter tends our garden
she still is our Daisy A Day

nine tenths of laws are ignorant so why ignorance not a defense?

ignorance sometimes might be bliss wishful thinking oft times might be a shocker

take dying for one’s own sins (dying =’s atoning) mumbling words won’t do it nor fumbling beads [...]]]> just because i think
i don’t need to do
doesn’t mean
i don’t

nine tenths of laws
are ignorant
so why ignorance
not a defense?

ignorance
sometimes might be bliss
wishful thinking
oft times might be a shocker

take
dying for one’s own sins
(dying =’s atoning)
mumbling words won’t do it
nor fumbling beads
nor claiming belief
in proven lies

why do birds keep on singing?
why do flowers keep on blooming?
they know something we no longer do?
“to every season, turn, turn, turn, turn…”

John Waian was his show name pronounced John Wayne he liked the joke/confusion, i first heard him playing your song on Cinco de Mayo in nineteen eighty one for a street dance celebration

John was a regular at the Drifter until they banned Rock n Roll (we rock’n'rollers didn’t drink enough) [...]]]> Abraham John Waian (1944-2012)

John Waian was his show name
pronounced John Wayne he liked
the joke/confusion, i first heard him
playing your song on Cinco de Mayo
in nineteen eighty one
for a street dance celebration

John was a regular at the Drifter
until they banned Rock n Roll
(we rock’n'rollers didn’t drink enough)
oh Sloopy, wish you’d have heard him
singing “Take another little piece of my heart”
and seen him, between lights and stage smoke
ending Janis’ song on bended knee

he asked me to dance and we did
for a few months and here, now
are the stories he told me:

Hang on Sloopy:
you were the girl next door
(both pre-teens)
with a mother who dressed you
pretty, with a long pony tail
when sitting side by side he asked
you to let your hair down, you did
he softly cuffed his hands
and fluffed the ends and oh
it made him feel So good
he wrote this song for you

Fever:
a teenage boy in love with his teacher

If Loving You Is Wrong I Don’t Wanna Be Right:
a 16 year old babysitter…
he had two little children, a wife
and included her in family outings
to a California beach, he told me
his desire for you was only to look
not touch, but his wife asked who
the song was about – he told
she divorced him for this, said she

when John died one month and one day ago
i googled his name with Sloopy to sadly find
credits for his songs live elsewhere
don’t know
if he lied or sold his copyrights
it don’t matter to me
it don’t matter to him now

R.I.P. John Abraham

astronomically numbered somehowwhat’sitferall find kith and kin magic or happenstance tropical mist or desert rain

we miss you dear angels even [...]]]> in the dimming light
only a candle’s throw
from dawn’s lighting early
here comes the sun
some will know it not
having left on an air
we remember for whom
and how so loved

astronomically numbered
somehowwhat’sitferall
find kith and kin
magic or happenstance
tropical mist or desert rain

we miss you dear angels
even as you miss sun
rise
over hill, over dale
we’re still on
ye ol’ dusty trail
and we’re ok cause yer ok+
more – we still hope

the Unbeliever says…
no, i won’t say/tell
if you look for him
look on the side ways

so she held her in her heart told her of her many dreams hugs her while children play the boogieman’s retreat

truly let it go anger only hurts forever if you hold [...]]]> one never knew what she would do
with the gift they gave
thus learning when
giving a gift to
truly let it go

so she held her in her heart
told her of her many dreams
hugs her while children play
the boogieman’s retreat

truly let it go
anger only hurts
forever if you hold it
inside your gut inside your head
implosion is quite fully non predictable

somewhere there’s a daisy a day
somewhere children free to play
over the rainbow is over here
what’s left to say seys Simon

to where you have evolved

without which them

never would have happened

now we understand

measures of pain are in us all

honor this or that

when meeting

we all have measured miles to keep

before we sleep in angels tending all thru all our nights

now and then [...]]]> blame it on all past generations

to where you have evolved

without which them

never would have happened

now we understand

measures of pain are in us all

honor this or that

when meeting

we all have measured miles to keep

before we sleep in angels tending
all thru all our nights

now and then a visit