Joey Pukki is Dead

Joey Pukki is dead
Once heard he was crazy in the head
Joey Pukki born the same year as me
Born of Finnish parents were we
Joey Pukki is no more
He died a year ago that's the score
Joey Pukki and I were childhood friends
Funny the way life twists and wends
Joey Pukki tried to jump off a boat
But they managed to grab his coat
Joey Pukki had problems with the brain
There were hints he was a little insane
Joey Pukki been decades since I saw you
How was your life what did you do
Joey Pukki I had googled your name
Wondered if you'd attained any fame
Joey Pukki all I found was that you were dead
Nothing else could I discover nothing else said
Joey Pukki is dead and buried
I don't even know if he got married
Joey Pukki so long ole friend
That's all I've to say this is the end

Pointing to the Emptiness

Pointing to the emptiness
I sup upon the void
Curling in the vacuum
With nothingness I have toyed

Playing to the roiling crowd
Singing of my fate
Laughing at their foibles
Contemplating why there's hate

Daring to go on with life
Seizing moments in time
Angry with love's destiny
To heaven I doth climb

Wondering at eternity
Confused by endless thought
Rasping sadly in depression
These battles I have fought

And so time carries on
I choose to stay in the game
Determined to see it through
Heedless of future pain

Pointing at the emptiness
Ever forward I am leaning
Looking for life's answers
Wondering if there's meaning

Tranny Crack Addict Whore

The tranny crack addict whore
Doesn't live here anymore
We miss seeing her daily walks
We miss hearing her rambling talks
She smoked using a cigarette holder
She blew us kisses when feeling bolder
Her laugh was a hideous roar
Whattaya expect from a tranny crack whore
But now she's in the county jail
For once she just couldn't make the bail
We hope her withdrawals aren't too awfully bad
We hope that she isn't miserably sad
Her things have all been moved out
Chances of seeing her again we seriously doubt
Goodbye tranny crack addict whore
Sorry you don't live near us anymore

Practical Showers

My dad would take practical showers
They did not go on for hours
He would not linger and dawdle
To him that would be pure twaddle
Dad was never late anywhere he went
He always said just what he meant
But father knew how to laugh and have fun
He was nice to everyone under the sun
Dad was not a man to waste any time
He thought to do so was a crime
His imperfections were many its true
But I've got to give the old man his due
He took -- you know -- practical showers

My Father Meets Jack Kerouac

Jack Kerouac met my dad in 1964
In my imagination just now

Hi I’m Jack
I’m Aimo
(They shake hands)
What sort of name is that?
Finnish
Oh from Finland
Yes
I’m French Canadian but born in the US
Oh yeah?
Conrad says you were a merchant marine too
Yeah I sailed during the war
Me too
Care for a beer?
Sure
How about Olympia?
That’s fine
What kinna work you do?
I’m a writer
Oh yeah?
My boy Richard wants to be a writer
Yeah well I wish him luck
What kinna things you write
Oh mostly novels
Yeah that’s what Richard wants to write
How old is your boy?
Jus’ ten
Never too early to start
I have another boy too -- older
Good for you -- what work you do?
I’m a carpenter
That’s good work
Can I get you another beer?
Absolutely -- if you’re having one again
Why not?

My dad soon thereafter left
He came home and played basketball with me
Jack stayed in the bar and got stinko
But anyway they met
In my imagination

To Wife Again

I wrote about you yesterday
It wasn’t enough
It is so extraordinary
That you love me too
Your great beauty overwhelms
Me
No question of not being worthy
But accepting your love
Graciously
As I do
My mind a quadrangle in which lives
Thoughts of you
Luckiest man on Earth am I
Kissing every cloud in the sky
As the rhyme begins now
I find it mystical just how
We are together in this life
That you sweet sweet woman are my wife

Shush

You old coot shut up
Shut your curmudgeonly old mouth
Stop talking such utter rot
Such nonsense
Stop spewing the bile
The hate
Begone your anger
Woe betide the sullen musings
Gone the frothing ravings and insane blatherings
Time to silence self and let others enjoy the quiet
Enough
No more with the meandering slanders of your sickness
Let the solitude begin
Let the peace and happiness of your closed mouth surround us
We who have endured beseech you
We who have been so patient
End our suffering
Peace be unto us
You owe us that much