I like to tell my
fellow earthlings
About that time in
space
When I saw in a
passing porthole
Something resembling
my face…
It was in a parallel
universe
On a planet known as
“dirt”
A man like me sang a
song like this
(Only he wore yesterday’s
shirt.)
Me, and the guy who
looks like me
Change places now and
then
The only way to tell us
apart is —
He uses a pencil; I
prefer the pen
Momma said “Listen here
squirt
Don’t come tracking in
dirt
Always wear clean
underwear
And try not to lose your
shirt”
The other world is
behind the times
By just one day or two
I lost a day in getting
there
And blew my sneak preview
I had planned to win the
lottery
And left the sphere of
dirt
I knew the numbers in
advance
And lost my proverbial
shirt
Meanwhile a planet just
like ours
Was found 60,000 light
years away
(But through a wormhole
shortcut
You can get there in
just a day)
I told my so-called
counterpart
To go there and stake a
claim
He too lost his shirt in
the lottery
In a solar system that
has no name.
The moral of this sad
story
(Besides a mother always
rules) Is:
No shoes No shirt No
service
For bare-chested
gambling fools!”
© 2012 Stefan des
Lauriers
(November 11)
(November 11)
I come from Canada where
the money’s right on the mark
With coins of flashing
dinosaur bones glowing in the dark
I’ve also been to Vegas
sporting a flash Peter Max Tie
I’d like to take it with
me when I go but I just refuse to die
‘Let’s Bottle heaven and
call it rain” I was about to seize the day
When “Rise Above The
Rain” came to mind
the
preferred L’ esprit de’ escaliers
What color is your Kool
Aid? — Is it red, white or blue?
That stuff is laced with
hatred and has a bad affect on you
I only drink spring
water that’s from nature and has a twist
Born on the clouds of
heaven it comes in a sparkling mist
‘Let’s Bottle heaven and
call it rain” I was about to seize the day
When “Rise Above The
Rain” came to mind
the preferred L’ esprit de’
escaliers
So they exhumed a lady
who died half a millennium ago
And were surprised to
see her reddish hair was still aglow
It is sad but true the
royal courtiers were drinking liquid gold
In a vainglorious
attempt to prevent them from getting old
Diane de Poitiers — her
red hair had a ghastly golden shine —
she had to
be dying to be divine
GOD WILL NOT MISS HOLLY…
Mother took me to the movies
When I was still her child
It was at the Roxy Theater
A film called the Ipcress File
An actor slumped in the window
With a bullet through in his head
"Don't tell your dad what you saw"
Was all my mother said
God will not miss Hollywood
When lightning crashes from
on
high
For it is written
with
such big letters
One can read it from the sky
The lure of the silver screen
Can't keep us in the dark
For every imaginary shot fired
There's one that finds its mark
Through the years so many
Have been sprayed at 007
For every bullet that missed
One has sent a kid to heaven
God will not miss Hollywood...
Have you
seen that splashy canvas
The “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”
It’s the one with Elvis and Marilyn
In a diner with James Dean
Well at least they had food to eat
(Quite a greasy slew )
Their Boulevard may be broken
But at least it was an avenue…(2004
God will not miss
© 2004 S
K des Lauriers
A long row of telephone poles stand in a line
For a while I'll watch their shadow
Make an arc across the prairie.
A thousand sundials when I have no use for time.
So many miles I'll never know.
Like a painting done by Salvador Dali.
Past each horizon
The future is unfurled
I'm standing between
Two vanishing points
On this endless Highway
Of the world.
Cars appear and disappear as they speed past my thumb
I'm standing by a road sign
Where travelers have etched their names
I seldom get impatient since I know my ride will come
There are many names before mine
Many more will do the same.
Past each horizon...
© 1972 Stefan des Lauriers
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