Gene's Poetry

Both Mother and Father were too busy for me.
I took dance and gymnastics from Mary Bailey.
I read the World Book encyclopedia from cover to cover.
I knew I was gay but did not know about gay culture.
My high IQ was discovered.

When I was Fifteen

Father was dead and Mother was too busy for me.
Drugs and rock & roll were prevalent and I experimented.
I had an active sex life.
I worked my first job at a hot dog stand.
Janice Joplin and Jimmy Hendrix were my idols.
My poetry and photography were featured in a publication.

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I landed softly after flying high…
The boy asked, “how much do you want to buy”
and I said,
“I’ve better things to do with my time!”

We went again, flying high…
Mountains of money and jewels by my side.
and the boy said,
“I’ll explain it, but not in this lifetime!”

We flew high to the other side
Tripped out on what money can buy
and then he said,
“You’ll die someday, but not this time!”

Oct. 14, 2007

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Look at me, Look at me
I am changing
Trying every way I can
I am changing
I’ll be better than I am
I’m trying to find a way to understand
But I need you, I need you
I need a hand
I am changing
Seeing everything so clear
I am changing
I’m gonna start right now, right here
I’m hoping to work it out
And I know that I can
But I need you, I need a hand

All of my life I’ve been a fool
Who said I could do it all alone
How many good friends have I already lost?
How many dark nights have I known?

Walking down that wrong road
There was nothing I could find
All those years of darkness
Could make a person blind
But now I can see

I am changing
Trying every way I can
I am changing
I’ll be better than I am
But I need a friend
To help me start all over again
That would be just fine
I know it’s gonna work out this time
‘Cause this time I am
This time I am
I am changing
I’ll get my life together now
I am changing
Yes I know how
I’m gonna start again
I’m gonna leave my past behind
I’ll change my life
I’ll make a vow and
nothing’s gonna stop me now

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A different sound

a different drum

beats from Australia’s

young.

Aboriginals, black as ebony,

painted white as ivory

in circles, spots, moons, rain.

And strife.

In Australia there was

a break from the past,

a continent somewhat flat

I bid you good tidings

Kosiusco and uluru

from the redder we move towards Perth.

As far away as you can be

from any city of meaning.

And the three great kangaaroos

The western and eastern gray

the great red

the great red sky

in Australia.

In Australia.

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It’s so cold,
But I feel so hot on the inside,
So cold
But so hot on the inside,
It’s so cold.
You could never imagine such frigidness,
Hollowness,
How can love survive,
When it lies waiting in the snow?

It’s so cold,
That’s why mountains are made so high;
It’s so cold,
Yet my love waits deep inside.

There is heat in your sweet love
And in your passion I feel warm.
Relax in these false charms
As though they were your warming arms.

You’re so cold,
You make me feel as though I were safe
From these mountains of snow
These white fortresses (where you want to be)

It’s so cold,
How could you want someone as simple as me?
So cold
But hot on the inside,
It’s so cold.
You could never imagine such frigidness

Keep me warm and safe from harm
My true Love.
Keep me from my enemies,
Give me shelter from the freeze,
My true Love.

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Soy su número uno.
2,3,4.

Soy su número uno.
Le dedican a mí.

Un día tendremos anillos de boda,
Cuando creas en mí.

Soy su número uno.
Please,
Le dedican a mi.

Un día tendremos montañas…
Un hecho,
Otro día playas…
Por su puesto.

Cuando las estrellas alinean,
Y los planetas también.
Te voy a decir algo
Que nunca puedo repetir.

(musical interlude)

Soy su número uno.
Le dedican a mí.
Soy mi mejor amigo
Es dificil crear en ti.

Solo Mi.
Solo Tu.
Solo Yo.
Solo Ti.

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Mueve conmigo porfa,
Baile conmigo ya,
Quiero mover un rato,
Para celebrar la vida.

Eres un super amigo
Estaba esperando ese momento
Estar aqui contigo
Bailando y celebrando.

Quiero ser como tu eres.
Como todos sus fanaticos (que tienes)
Gracias por invitarme (a su fiesta)
Quiero ser como tu eres.

Que hago?
Como puedo?
Que cambio?
Cuanto vale?

Quiero ser como tu eres,
Queiro su popularidad.
No quiero ser un fanatico pues,
Quiero ser estrella igual.

Ahorra entiendo,
Mi hija de sal.
Baile conmigo porfa.
Quiero mover un rato,
A celebrar la vida
En que tenemos todo igual.

Dentro de nosostros,
Hay una otra estrella
Descubrido hace poco.
Baile mi hija de sal.
Una estrella nueva
En ese universo
Hay mas y mas y mas,
Y muchas mas por alla.

Que hago?
Como puedo?
Que cambio?
Cuanto vale?

Para ser una estrella?

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Much has happened tonight;
Nothing extraordinary.

Brian will be there,
Bill will be there,
Donnie will be there,
Susan will be there,
Stephen will be there,
I will be there.

Tonight,

Much has happened.

Everything’s extraordinary,

Brian will be there,
Bill will be there,
Donnie will be there,
Susan will be there,
Stephen will be there,
I will be there.

I am already there.

Tonight.

See you on the Canyon.

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Snow in Malibu,
Before the heat wave.
Oh what to wear?
My bikini or my burka?

Cali’s cold again today.
Board shorts again by Monday;
Fashion police on Sunday.
I want to smoke a hookah
With my American friends.

Such is el Niño.
Christ shall lead you unto salvation…
And el Niño
Will lead you unto starvation.

Haile Selassie I, Shalom and Amen.

I’m a Mayan King in drag.
I’m a man and not a hag.
Put my corpse into a bundle,
Burn my ashes until they crumble.
Don’t bury me right-side-up,
But throw my ashes into a swamp,

In Forest Lawn, in Glendale, California, Wikipedia.

There was no Potato Famine.
Sinead sings of the fantasy;
Much of the U.S. population
Escaped from the British genocide
County Cork, and beyond.

Where’s the Pope now?
Picture shredded.
Stiff as a board?
Six feet under?
You did more than him, Sinead.

In the humblest way… Give thanks and praise and I’ll close this tirade.

From now and beyond. I’m looking forward to your Love.

In the humblest way… Give thanks and praise.

Give thanks and praise.

Haile Selassie I, Shalom and Amen.

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We need a producer,
We want our music played
We need a producer,
There is money to be made
We need a producer,
We can even get you laid,
We need a producer,
We want our music played,

We’ve got the mouth of the south, famous all over alabama, new orleans and georgia and

misssissippi,

How do you spell that?

T.H.A.T.

M. I. Crooded Letter, Crooked Letter, I, Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter, I, Hunchback, Hunchback I.

Alabama, Alabama, for we will all be true to thee.

From the shores of Southern Iraq to Washington D.C.

We got the boy wonder from down under

On cat-gut and absithne

Permit me to introduce,

The master chef of this juice

A boy from Pontiac, Dearborn and Detroit

and we shall celebrate his noise

(Lots of NOISE)

M. I. Crooded Letter, Crooked Letter, I, Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter, Hunchback, Hunchback I.

Alabama, Alabama, for we ere be true to thee.

From the shores of Carolina to Washington D.C.

We need a producer,
We want our music played
We need a producer,
There is money to be made
We need a producer,
We can even get you laid,
We need a producer,
We want our music played..

I am down on my knees, as I beg you please

Never let them see you sweat,
Unless you are having sex.

We want a fair contact that shares our possible (but unlikely) wealth

in an equitable way that you match
Each dollar we donote.

We will offer our sperm for sale
For those who want to procreate.

We want a producer,
We want our music played
We want a producer,
There is money to be made
But we will not sell out

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