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Dire Straits/Sultans Of Swing
1977,

And Harry doesn’t mind, if he doesn’t, make the scene
He’s got a daytime job, he’s doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Savin’ it up, for Friday night
With the Sultans
We’re the Sultans of Swing

A Flight of Ideas: Secret Obscenities

Life wept and sent me into crisis.

An arm around my shoulder, the doctor gave counsel:

He says, if I take my pills, I will forget my grief, I will be happy.

He says, the Lord is in my heart, if I search it, I’ll find him, and he’ll save me.

He says, if I climb the right steps, I’ll be normal, if I talk about it: this thing I can’t mention.

My lies are those of one who doesn’t trust, and so I fear
that unless the lying stops, I will —

become the prank who attends his own funeral, mingling
with the mourners, and whispering secret obscenities.

(c)text Rob Goldstein 1984, image Rob Goldstein 1917

Gestures

Crazy Mothers, crazy fathers, everyone saving each other
bleeding phone calls to cousins who call uncles who call
brothers; from San Francisco to Michigan, everyone knows
you’re not doing well.

I don’t know what Michigan looks like.

I imagine a perfect square.

There are several thousand squares in Michigan called lawns.

There is a lake: its water flows from corner to corner.

 

(c) Rob Goldstein November 08, 1984 All Rights Reserved

 

The Devil on the Headboard

The Devil on the headboard
he sways and strokes his
beard;

He says his girlfriend jacks off
with the faucet in the bathtub

He says she let’s him watch ‘
cause she loves him.

Now he says prey:

“Don’t make it too hard, OK?”

Since nothin’ says lovin’ like
somethin’ in my oven

he makes a mess o’ Bisquicks

as a feather drifts into my
ear and whispers about rock
stars
and world politics.

(C) Rob Goldstein 11/26/1984 -2017