Dozer, the bulldog

Dozer, the bulldog
Dozer: He was the best dog on the planet.

Bonding

Bonding
The author of Mark's Work with Ellie Mae

Guess who's coming for dinner

Guess who's coming for dinner
Blue heron, sitting on the dock of our pond

HappyDay Farms bees are happy bees.

HappyDay Farms bees are happy bees.
Air-borne bees

BFF's forever

BFF's forever
Margie and Ellie Mae

Tomatoes and peppers are us.

Tomatoes and peppers are us.
Spicy salsa with roasted peppers, here at HappyDay Farms

Much love, John-Bryan

Much love, John-Bryan
Eric at 26 on the left, and John-Bryan in January of 1973.

Halloween fun

Halloween fun
SmallBoy and Dancing Girl

Our house

Our house
The snow season approaches...

Mahlon Masling Blue

Mahlon Masling Blue
My friend and brother.

Mark's E-mail address

bellspringsmark@gmail.com

Friday, October 7, 2011

A poem: The No-Power Blues

The No-Power Blues
stumblin’ to the kitchen, bout a quarter to two;
light springs to life-start me some brew.
it don’t last long; utter darkness ensues
guess what, babe, we got those no-power blues.
out to the genny, where’s the effing gas?
back of the truck, left there from las’
trip to town.  you know how that goes...
over my hands, down the gas flows,
dousing my shoes-got the no-power blues.
rita fires up, whoa that is loud.
back to the kitchen i wonder,  “How’d 
this place get such a wreck?”  bags on the floor,
alcohol rubbing, just a lil lower.
grime everywhere, now that there’s light.
better get it together at least for tonight.
coffee cups, paper towels, nothing to lose
and-wouldn’t you know-the no-power blues.
Suddenly, it’s still, the power she dies.
my brain it is screaming, now in disguise.
i’m out of control, a stumbling mass
a frustrated lump, reeking of gas.
again and again, i sing this sad song 
the genny is down, loosen the screws.
check on the carb-got the no-power blues.

rushing of course cause i’m mad as hell
my foot becomes moot, as i hear the bell.
ringing my head, my shoulder inflamed
my stupid long toe, making me lame.
i’m tired of it all, i’ve paid enough dues.
leaving me now with the no-power blues.
my shoulder is aching, i think it’s my socket.
the pain spins around my head like a rocket.
i start rita’s noise there’s no way to block it
everyone knows there’s no time to lose
let’s climb on board with the no-power blues.
return to the kitchen, my headphones i seek,
check out this place, it looks a bit weak 
where is the broom, i don’t dare refuse
otherwise i’m stuck with the no-power blues.
again and again, i guess it’s my plight
the house goes all dark, nothing goes right
why does this happen in the dim of the night?
the cat is a wailing, and the dog’s barking too 
in case you’ve not heard the most recent news,
once again, babe, we got those no-power blues.

1 comment:

  1. No power blues - wow -- the title is enough to capture me! Damn! it's good - great images, great rhythm.

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