Ode to the British Invasion
Posted: January 19, 2013 Filed under: Music, POEMS, Politics, Psychology | Tags: British Invasion, David Gottfried, Ruby Tuesday, Strawberry Fields Leave a comment
Ode to the British Invasion
Savor the succulence of Strawberry Fields
The sweetest of the sentiments blooms and builds
The guitar has powers that it wantonly wields
Brothers in their bands are new-age guilds
The clarion call of London lassoed all America
Every beachhead of sands of silica
The tidal waves of sounds blasted the ephemera
Of John Wayne and GI Joe blundering chimera
When Jagger and Jones made swords of songs
That sliced and slew the wars and all their wrongs
Their anthems were banners that always belongs
The bombast and beauty it pulses, prolongs
Lennon and McCartney were the angels of life
Nursing and subverting, making student strife
And every sweet girl wanted to be their wife
And for them I’m my brothers’ true blue knife
They spread a scarlet stain of Ruby and her Tuesdays
Made us roam in routes of uncharted pathways
Against the crass and the coarse it nobly inveighs
It brightens all the drabness of the flannels and grays
The hair was long, the hips humped and thrusted
The Beat was something you adored and trusted
You smoked the herb and were bullied and busted
Your beaten body had the consistency of custard
But Street Fighting Man comes to the rescue
Revolutions rise and devour anew
The Kings and the Cops won’t have a clue
And another invasion is long overdue
Copyright, David Gottfried, 2013
Poetry and AIDS-related Dementia
Posted: January 19, 2013 Filed under: Misc., POEMS, Psychology | Tags: AIDS, David Gottfried, Lance, Poetry, Pus Leave a comment
Poetry and AIDS-related Dementia
AIDS and crystal have fucked my brain
Harder than a man insane
My intellect did wither and wane
My words are greeted with disdain
The poems once came to me in dreams
They wandered-up my pants’ inseams
Or came from clouds of lightest creams
Such gushing, rushing cerebral streams
And I was made of Arrogance
That always dared to take a chance
Assume the heroic stance
But did I ever really advance
This life’s a ball of puss to lance
Take me out of my morbid trance
Rid my mind of castrating can’ts
Proceed without a passing glance
Copyright, David Gottfried, 2013
Jewish Food
Posted: January 18, 2013 Filed under: Misc., POEMS, Politics, Psychology | Tags: borscht, borsht, Cyanide, Lard, tsimis, tsimmis Leave a comment
JEWISH COOKING
The women are cooking tsimmis and borscht and chicken soup
Everything simmers over burners
Of gas
The fluids are reduced
The Yiddish is refined
To a pure German core
And the grease at the bottom of the pan
The organic essence of the chicken fat
(Carbon rings, lording it over oxygen and hydrogen atoms, just a couple of reactions away from the hydrogen cyanide of the camps)
Is Indistinguishable from
Lard
Copyright, David Gottfried, 2003
The Gnashing of the Brain Stem
Posted: January 18, 2013 Filed under: Aesthetics, Misc., POEMS, Psychology | Tags: brain stem, David Gottfried, phlegm, sages Leave a comment
Even my e mails are poetry
Electrical fillips that tingle the brain
And you will never ascertain
The leonine logic of my disdain
There is in every heart a stain
Of blood so blue its freezing cold
You know the story it’s been told
How sadness, evil, grows enfolds
The mediocre people polled
The mendacity, prized, enthroned
The wisest men pilloried, stoned
The sages true quietly groaned
The last line’s trite you telephoned
The sad descent of this a poem
Not premeditated, phlegm
But visceral pangs from my brain stem
Copyright, David Gottfried, 2013
Read my Prose
Posted: January 18, 2013 Filed under: Aesthetics, POEMS, Psychology | Tags: David Gottfried, English rose, Poetry Leave a comment
When will someone read my prose
More succulent than the English rose
All they read is my poetry
Scribblings of obscurity
When will someone heal my woes
A ghoulish thing that hatefully glows
The anode and cathode of my battery
Are rusted and weary and I cease to be
This verse approaches daily new lows
Debauchered as a man in pantyhose
When I rhyme, the meter is wee
When I’m rhythmic, rhyme has no glee
So open your mind and just enclose
My essays where the north wind blows
And sweeps aside the fallacy
And phantoms and fools of calumny
What will I relate, disclose
When will mountains be meadows
What truth torn to heresy
What lie will rise to verity
I will write and I won’t pose
I’ll shout my sermon in bellicose blows
With tenacity and temerity
I stalk the gang plank to mortality
Copyright, David Gottfried, 2013
Oh, but we can’t be seen in public with David Gottfried, Oh No!
Posted: November 2, 2012 Filed under: POEMS, Politics, Psychology, Sexuality | Tags: David Gottfried, Marx Leave a comment
Oh but we can’t be seen in public with David Gottfried, Oh No!
He just lacks the faggotty savoir faire
Of a lovely pansy from Sheridan square
Doesn’t have the queenly flair
Of little boys spoiled, suburban and fair
Raw Jewish brains and no grace
Such a ghastly, revolting disgrace
He doesn’t understand his place
That Brooklyn brute should leave our space
He lacks love for Madonna, our art so fine
Shows called “Cats,” all fem and feline
Cares not for Boutiques and its bounty divine
But in musty old books his booty he’ll pine
Reading Nieztsche and Marx and other strange stuff
It all seems so heavy, without any fluff
His ideas are so wanton and wicked and rough
But we’d still like to see him appear in the buff
Copyright, David Gottfried, 1995
The Doctor’s Office
Posted: November 2, 2012 Filed under: POEMS, Politics, Psychology, Sexuality | Tags: genital, genital jungle, Vietnam Leave a comment
THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE
Bette Davis inhabits Jackie Gleason’s body.
I know this for a fact.
The two of them are alive and well
In the form of my Doctor’s Office Manager.
The big fat mean queen screams:
“Deductible, not now, the doctor’s busy,
no refills, only generic, does your penis
and your balls itch or only your penis”
Drinking coffee in his own special mug
Round brown rings on my medical chart
He is my doctor’s Haldemann and Ehrlichman
A Blond beast to the core.
And I am Vietnam
Blitzed with B-52’s
Strafing my genital jungle
Hairy, raw and red.
Copyright, David Gottfried, 1995
Inspired by Lord Byron
Posted: November 2, 2012 Filed under: POEMS, Psychology, Sexuality | Tags: AIDS, Byron, gay Leave a comment
INSPIRED BY LORD BYRON
“She walks in Beauty Like the night”
Lord Byron
Bonded beauty in the night
Or bound and bandaged blistered blight
Heavenward heads in starry nights
Or smoggy gloom and occluded lights
Beach house dreams of brisk salt air
Or urban sewer, the pusher’s lair
Champers in the sweet smelling Pines
Or West Fourteenth and clinic lines
Copyright, David Gottfried, 1995
Smoke My Herb
Posted: October 20, 2012 Filed under: Misc., POEMS, Psychology, Sexuality | Tags: I am the Walrus, John Lennon, Klam, marijuana, Pieta Leave a comment
When I was young all I had to do was smoke a joint and listen to
“I am the Walrus”
And a poem came out the other end
Four quatrains of quartz
The rhymes were hard as rock
It was tight and mean and manly
The Word before the Cock
And don’t let anyone ever tell you that drugs are bad for you
They’re worth the risk, Man
They’re worth the risk of ten thousand boys and girls jumping off bridges
Because millions of boys and girls find god
They find god when
A straight guy and a gay guy
Will kiss each other, on the cheek
And know that they’re just great friends
They’ll find god when
He says hello
And she says goodbye
And they smoke herb
And now she always says hi
This is mundane
This is jibberish
This is pitifully pedestrian
But it’s groooooovy man
Yeah it’s got the elan
To make you kill the Klan
And free the guys in the can
And I say yeah man
I speed on the autoban
Say Shima in Pakistan
Say Allah where they eat ham
And I say do it man
Throw your stuff in a moving van
Have sex while you get a tan
Forced entry is the best plan
And I say goo goo ga jube
Goo goo ga jube
Up the Ass without lube
Be sexy sans attitude
This is bequeathed by marijuana
For the brain it’s pure manna
For poets a new stanza
For a painter the pieta
Copyright, David Gottfried, 2012
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