FISHERMAN'S TAIL ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ by Gay Bost 'Tis a grand old tradition, the fisherman's tale. It's begun over coffee and enlarged with ale As the brandy is passed the meek become hale And by midnight The damned thing's turned into a whale. FISH VERSE IS WORSE ~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~ ~~~~~ by Gay Bost To sit at the feet of a fishman one must be very still To learn the art of the angler one must learn to kill The silver trout may teach us to use an artful lure The muddy cat will show us humility for sure A blue gill gives us laughter on sunlit morning stream But the bass, o' flying swimmer Fulfills our greatest dream For money in the hand of man Must soon be spent in game Besides, fishing is safer Our gilled friends are tame! ------------------------------ ELECTRIC ECSTACY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ by Gay Bost Time loops Reality Virtual insanity Ahhhhhhh Endless ecstacy And spring is born a world away against the coming winter grey Space warps Infinity Cyber divinity Oooooohh What trinity? -------------------------------- IT'S ALL ZEROS AND ONES...ANYWAY ~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ by Gay Bost Here it is, a quick silver creation In zeroes and ones. Slipped beneath the eye of the sleeping whispered into the ear of the dead. Wrenched from the heart of the bleeding screaming, abandoned, cowering in dread. Get your red hot erotica, your tears frozen In zeros and ones. Dashed against walls of blue indifference whimpering behind the secret screen Presented by false names and lying faces writen by flying fingers never seen. Step up, it's going fast, about to run out In zeros and ones. ------------------------------------------ JUST ANOTHER EXCLAMATION ~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ by Gay Bost ! Got a journal of insanity Got a trip log from hell Got a volume of results Got a lot crap to sell. ? Got the coin to take a peek Got the nerve to take a ride Got the balls to face the music Got a real tough hide ! Got a time load of pain Got a trip wire on oblivion Got a joke to tell myself tonight Gotta do it all again someday ? Got ribbons to tie it up Got bells to make it ring Got visions for the Lady Got orgasms for the King ! Got a lot of gall you silly bastard Got a big brass ring Got the world by the horns, baby Got a crazy bitch to sing ? Got eternity to make it balance Got a path for every foot Got a train named Blain to take you there Got that spaceship booked ! Got to go, I'm sleepy now Got a lot to learn Got no one to keep me warm Got no one to make me burn :-) Got to figure out how the hell this stupid note to no one Got inside my head Got got got got no brain Got ripples in a 6-D dream pool, though. --------------------------------------------- RABID TAGLINITIS ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ by Gay Bost Coming apart at the seams of myriad realities Buried by what, in what? The earth is alight, alive. The air is pure, crisp, clean Or dreaming of cleaning itself The fire burns because it has fuel Because it must cleanse itself The water flows, creating it's own patterns. Ah, then it *is* the fifth firth. And half a world away the anger, The defenses go up, Reflections near and far. Who will bleed so prettily for them when I am done? Ah, of course, we breed like weeds, do we The fools and the dreamers, The reapers of ridicule The bearers of burdens only we can feel. Crushed beneath all of us Drowning in the pretty, the petty Drowning in the fluff...in time In questions...of myriad realities. ------------------------------------------------- HANDS ~~~~~ by Gay Bost In the places of healing The colors you wear The songs that you sing The creeds that you bear The tools you deploy The halls where you walk The aches you destroy The diseases you stalk The herbs you hand out The waters you share 'Tis plain beyond doubt It's the intent of your care ----------------------------- THIS PLACE ~~~~ ~~~~~ by Gay Bost The cold garret of the artist...the trance place of the mystic... to walk this place causes the body to be forgotten, or to be the all...depending upon the dream. IT is a place, perhaps of shared spirits, shared dreams, a chaotic whirlpool of all that we have ever been, all that we ever will be, each and together. Heaven and hell mean nothing to the gypsy...she sees them as one...in this place. But she wonders....and waits....and sometimes she reaches out a finger, to touch a whisp of this place. She retracts her finger, looks at it, and points it at the places in reality that match it. No one listens, and that is as it should be...but she smiles and cries as she watches others touch the essence of this place, and hopes that they may give to or receive from this place more than she has ever been able to.... ------------------------------------ WINTER DREAMS ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ by Gay Bost There are bells in the garden which tinkle in the night Their elven whispers sing of green sleep's delight 'neath a moon of silver splender overcast by winter's light. And she dreams of spring Their are reeds in the wind which whistle at the dawn Their ruffled howls cry at the clouds gray drawn a morning's coverlet, frozen where the flowers have gone. And she wishes for spring There are drums 'neath the earth which echo at the gloaming Their marching beat reflects on each cycle's roaming o'er day's silent wisdoms at the ebbtide, chill, foaming. And she waits for spring. --------------------------------- SHADOW MISTRESS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ by Gay Bost The blood runs deep and the blood runs cold in the deep of time where the tales are told When that which is fey comes into the light there is mass confusion from the double sight She breathes in the night and exhales the dawn her tired anger stirs at the death of the fawn. She walks alone through the cold grey mist and her bosom burns Where his lips have kissed Tis best she sleep Through the times of man let him build his worlds whilst he still can. --------------------------- DREAMER'S DREAM ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~ by Gay Bost Lost in the dreamer's dream I soar on the wings of words woven softly in a twilight song. There are no clouds so gentle as the visions of a poet who dares the beauty of love. There are no winds to whipser with tinkling bells so silven as the voice of hope. There is nere a fire so welcome as the flickering arms of solace offered by desire. There is no sleep so sought after as that sweet shadow built by by the lover's caress. Found in the dreamer's dream I swim into the depths of time, again in the morning's arms. ------------------------------------ THE KISS ~~~ ~~~~ by Gay Bost To loose the budding gift To rise beyond the pain Alight the Night! Recall the day! I no longer walk this Way. Battlefields above the clouds Blood below the fields Children weep! I hear them cry. This path to glory's dry. Invoke me not, mortal fool My sister stands in pain I know your touch 'A gift' you say ? Ah, one I would repay. ---------------------------- SHADOW DOUBTS ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ by Gay Bost They'll be coming now, on the night shift. Whispering silences through a shadow's gift Ain't no song sung brighter under the sun Ain't no tears saved once they've begun. Ain't no safe place, child, where you can run. Well, I guess I'm morbid enough for a beer now.... -------------------------------------------------- PRE-BIRTH ~~~~~~~~~ by Gay Bost Blinded by image's solar flares carona haloes afire at the world's horizons Dreamer weaps tears and this sea is borne Adrift in salinic baths of life's reserve her varied enterpretations Slumber sighs, turning and the winds arise. Drawn again, called by bloods pulsing rythms cycles at the surface awake and Sleep's illusions are Reality's masks. --------------------------- THE BLACK ROSE ~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~ by Gay Bost Did you look into the face of the old black rose When you thought you'd rather die? Did you see something there you didn't have Something that made you cry For the strength to go on through the dullest day And the fight to stand proud in the light. Did you gaze into the heart of the old black rose When you knew you'd seen it before Did you feel something there that you'd lost somehow Something a part of your core Ripped and torn by the winds of fate from a center Gone cold in the glare of pain. Did you know yourself there in the old black rose But for the chance roll of the dice? Did you find something there that you needed to love Something that shattered the ice Of ignorance passed back and forth through the lines Of color and gender and time. Did you leave something there with the old black rose Something you needed to give Did you pass through the life of eternity's child Did you let her teach you to live In a world filled with scattered lovers and friends And children who prey on your mind. Then there on the lips of the old black rose Rides a smile you wish you could touch And there in the eyes of woman ill used An old woman who gave you so much Of yourself while you rocked on the porch and heard The hope of 'just one more visit'. (for Rose Meeks) --------------------------------------------------- (UNTITLED) by Gay Bost Oh, Death! Is that you Who've at last come to rescue me From this mediocre cursedness, inanity Pray, what hast kept you As I wallowed ever in this field Toiling with tears years without yield Love, what cloak wear you Come closer that I may touch the thread And cast away this life, this endless dread Ah, tis light beyond compare Here in your caring arms at rest at last What? What the hell do you mean 'relive the past'? Death where have you fled Now that I breathe afresh the morning dew Ah, another long wait until I may touch you! --------------------------------------------------- All the preceeding poems in this section are: Copyright 1994 Gay Bost ======================== # # # ==================================