Block Party

Champagne Bubble-Up
as the whole house bounces
in your dreamy eyes, in your
dreamy carless street.

Let’s get it started; buy
a bikini from your neighbor
at the yard sale. You can
wear it when you drink

wine with your people,
bond with them while you
sit in someone else’s best
folding chair. Bring it out,

bring it out, pasta salad
and a Frisbee. Bartender,
pry me a beer from the
Igloo on the card table.

Block party, and everything’s
light; can’t drink and drive
when the street’s still closed.
Empty the bar. Empty the

bar; don’t bring back liquor
from the block party. Leave it
outside. Stay out to clean up
Solo cups of moonlight.

 

 

 

Based on something called Block Party Riddim Mix because we had our annual block party today. By mix, it means that it’s actually a bunch of songs, totaling about 19 minutes. I realized that last part once I was about 12 minutes in.

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And Everything Is Going

Like stars, your begonias
burn holes in my eyes.
My beard grows against
your skin with a lion’s thirst.
Flicking fire, I drag you back—
no more walls. Only an inch,
one sleepy inch, keeps us
from bursting in the dark.

 

 

 

 

After Passion Pit’s “Sleepyhead.” A second one for today, by the way, because I missed yesterday on account of being too tired (and also there might have been a little Candy Crush Saga involved).

And … you know I sometimes write persona poems, right? So I’m not necessarily the bearded guy in this poem? OK, good.

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A Brain, Bouncing in Its Frame

My eyeball jumps at you
from inside my mouth;
its eyeball friends spill
down my tongue. Do you

know what to make of this:
scissors, bees, giant fish?
Careful—under her hairnet,
the lunch lady has no face.

I am angry at this shark,
this skeleton hand, these
neon-frosted doughnuts.
It all spins too fast; I can’t

ride my unicycle when
the lunch lady, joined by
clones, is dancing around
my fruited head.  My poor

blob head. How it throbs
with frilly spectacle as
a giant bone pokes in
from the window. What

defense can there be, in
this gas-permeable world?
All I can do is clap. Clap—
and wish for toast.

 

 

 

I jumbled it up, but believe it or not, all these images and more (so, so many more) are in this song from Japan that became a huge viral hit a couple of years ago. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you should go watch it right now! Or if you do know, go watch it again—it really is as crazy as you remember.

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Open Doors

Son, I am the eagle
that has come
to take you home.

Son, the wind is
blowing; your heart
is machinery going

BOOM
BOOM
BOOM.

Son, climb the hill
again; you can trust
imagination. Time

stands still, son;
grab anything
that takes you

home.

 

 

After Peter Gabriel’s “Solsbury Hill.” I love this song, but there’s another reason I chose it for today. This morning, I met with a friend who is from China. She has been reading my poems, and we had a very nice conversation about a few of them. She mentioned the BOOM BOOM BOOM in this one. It occurred to me that I knew another song where a heart goes BOOM BOOM BOOM. Betty, if you’re reading this, I hope you enjoy it! 🙂

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Jeremiah, the King of the World

Joy to you and me,
boys and girls.
Joy to you and me,
and rainbows.

Joy and sweet love.
And wine.

In the deep blue sea,
there are no cars,
but we get around
mighty fine,

the bullfrogs,
the boys and girls,
the wine—

and me.

 

 

Probably obvious, but this one’s based on “Joy to the World” by Three Dog Night. If it’s Tuesday, 3 p.m. Eastern or later, check out Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. And if you’re feeling the joy, please feel free to leave me a song request in the comments!

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Midnight Drive

Letting in sky, I shine—
I know what it’s like.
Under the city lights,

I start screaming,
leaning back, smiling,
blowing that roof off.

I wanna just live
inside my big white
walls, lounging,

easy weaving, riding
into the night, trying
to cross the bridge.

 

 

After Macklemore & Ryan Lewis’s “White Walls.” Amidst all the bitches and hoes, f this and that are some really lovely images. I lifted those out and rearranged them here.

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When You Get Home

I need feet to run away from you.
I hear a lilting melody; it’s Hoochy-Coo
from a carnival tent in Scunthorpe.
I’ll walk there after I run, and I’ll
dance there after I walk.

Did you ever stop to think, as you
stood on my toe? Did you ever see
how I was fraying at the ends? I am
not to be sniffed at, nor are my feet,
after a hard day’s work.

But you’re a pretty girl; when you
gaze at me, how can I lose my temper?
Think of all the things we can do
in Scunthorpe. I need my feet
to run away with you.

 

 

Ever heard of Bernard Bresslaw? ‘Ave ya? I hadn’t, but in my Facebook news feed was this funny, Cockney-accented song about feet. What do you fink of it?

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Honey Chile, You Make My Day

Reet petite, my brown-eyed girl,
you’re just reet petite.

Why did the chicken cross the road?
To make your heart go

BOOM
BOOM
BOOM.

There’s a heaven in your smile;
you’re the coffee in my cup.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling,
ding-a-ling-a-ling-ding

go the bells—the ones
in my feet.

 

 

After Van Morrison’s “Jackie Wilson Said,” as requested by complynn. Thanks! This was another of those songs that I knew, and just didn’t know that I knew it. It made me smile.

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Come with Me

If you want to view paradise
from inside a burrito,
come with me and you’ll be
in a world of sour cream
and salsa verde of my creation.
Paradise is simple, nothing to it.
Enter the burrito and change
the world. There is no life
so pure as living as you truly
wish to be. Paradise!
Look around! Chew it!
I can see into you—
it begins with a spin
through my imagination.

What happened here? Since I didn’t have a song request (you can leave those in the comments, please), I scrolled down through my Facebook news feed and stopped at the first song I came to, which was this. As you can see, the video found its way into the poem—because really, how could it not? (And if I get sued, the law is on my side regarding parody … right?)

Come with Me

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All the Time

All the time, we missed the bus,
when we were in our prime.

I was taller then, and more
handsome. You fixed me

once more, and that was just
fine. You never told your mother.

Now I notice you and wonder,
is there any special way

we could shut the door
and miss that bus again?

 

 

 

 

After George Jones and Tammy Wynette’s “Did You Ever?” I know I’m on a country jag … I have a big decision to make, so initially I was thinking of “Did You Ever Have to Make Up Your Mind?” But I thought maybe that was a little too on the nose. So I put “Did You Ever” in the YouTube search window and got this funny, semi-dirty song. I love how he says, “Alllllll the time.” Enjoy, and please leave me a request if you have one.

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