False Dawn

After a night
of unrest, pulling on

my jeans and a tattered
San Francisco Giants t-shirt,

a turn or two down the stairs,
the dogs still sleeping…

false dawn has come and gone
and so have the liquid dreams.

Peach
May 15, 2017
NewMain, Virginia

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False Dawn

Woundology

Her wound is her lifestyle
It is the central part of her life
How she defines herself
The glasses she peers through
Psychic crutch
A practitioner of instant intimacy
She always finds people to play it out
All her friends speak wound
Addicted to the process
She will never get better

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Woundology

Buffalo - an acrostic
(in this poem the first letter of each line spells a word)

By the time the prairie was plowed
under, little of the plains culture was
found in the places where The People had been
pushed out. Now ghosts
ache for their brother, the buffalo.
Lost in the wild grass echoes,
only the shadows remain.
	
	Peach
August 17, 2009 - May 17, 2017

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Buffalo

All Out Of Give-A-Shit

If there's a place in the world
for hope, this isn't it. 
I'm not sure if the desert I see
is in my head, or I am actually scuffing
along, sliding one cheap low top  
tennis shoe in front of the other. 
Shhh shhh. Shhh shhh. 
I'm not sure and I don't care. 
Yea, I’m all out of give-a-shit. 


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All Out Of Give-A-Shit

SUBZ - Jim Aaron (James Lick) lead vocals, guitar; Dennis Lane (Sub Zane) drums, vocals; Linda Donahoo (Linda Vista) bass, vocals 

NERVOUS BREAKDOWN - Eddie Cochran

I'm a-havin' a nervous breakdown
A mental shakedown
See my hands, how they shiver
See my knees, how they quiver
My whole body's in a tither
Nervous breakdown

Well, I went to see my doctor just the other day
And I've got to tell you what the man had to say
He said, "hey, Jim, you gotta slow down.
You can't keep a-traipsin' all over town.
After givin' you a physical check.
I've come to the conclusion you're a total wreck.”

I'm a-havin' a nervous breakdown
A mental shakedown
See my hands, how they shiver
See my knees, how they quiver
My whole body's in a tither
Nervous breakdown

I've made up my mind, better change my ways
My shattered nerves have seen a better day
No more girls for a week or two
No more runnin' with the usual crew
No more movies or stayin' out late
My baby gonna have to find another date

Nervous Breakdown

Spinhead - SUBZ

When Spinhead was a little boy he would dream about his toys.
Now that he has up and grown, he’s moved into the twilight zone.
He fondles his guitar and dreams that he’s a shooting star.
	All his friends say, “Spinhead’s come of age. He’s come of age.”
	All his friends say, “Spinhead’s come of age.He’s come of age”

When Spinhead first learned how to play correspondence was the way.
No instructor could stand near him. He played so loud that they all feared him.
But every day he had to play, because he knew his friends would say…
	All his friends say, “Spinhead’s come of age. He’s come of age.”
	All his friends say, “Spinhead’s come of age.He’s come of age”

Now you can hear him week to week. He has them dancing cheek to cheek.
They curse at him and spit their beer, in a trance he does not hear.
It never plays that when he plays the whole damn world is miles away.
	All his friends say, “Spinhead’s come of age. He’s come of age.”
	All his friends say, “Spinhead’s come of age.He’s come of age”
	All his friends say, “Spinhead’s come of age. He’s come of age.”
	All his friends say, “Spinhead’s come of age.He’s come of age.
	He’s come of age. He’s come of age.”

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Spinhead

I Can Love You - SUBZ
writer James Lick (jimmythepeach (Jim Aaron))

If I told you, that I dream of you at night,
When I am alone, and the nighthawks are in flight…
You surround me. I can’t help but think it’s real.
So I hold you and am convinced you are ideal.

	I can love you, love you all night.
	I can hold, hold you ’til the dawn
	All night long. On and on…

I remember how I called you on the phone.
There was no answer, and it seems you were not home.
You were searching for the key to fit your lock.
I had the whole ring right here, had that whole damn thing tied up

	I can love you, love you all night.
	I can hold, hold you ’til the dawn
	All night long. On and on… on and on…
	I can love you. I can hold you. Ah-ha-ha-all all night long.

I remember how I called you on the phone.
There was no answer, and it seems you were not home.
You were searching for the key to fit your lock.
I had the whole ring right here, had that whole damn thing tied up

	I can love you, love you all night.
	I can hold, hold you ’til the dawn
	(Repeat and out)

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I Can Love You

Last Night

I Was A Nightling by Jimmythe Peach

I was a nightling.
Oh, the glories of being an addict in my alley 
off the Boulevard of Music,  
a Punk, Rockabilly, Reggae Cowboy, 

until daylight gave me the trembles
and the novelty wore off.

My lifestyle whittled away all that was social.
Conversations disappeared, leaving lyrics 
and unfinished stories, each day my longest ever on earth.
Songs got shorter,
and shorter, and 
shorter… 

The lathe of my lousy life shaved even the words away, 
and my axe and my amp and the rest of the gear, 
the magic boxes of reverb alchemy, solid-state flangers, 
phasers, a Cry Baby, and the chorus I borrowed from 
I don't remember who… the last to go, the Rat distortion box. 

Gone, everything gone.

Then Red gave me his guitar, 
an old Fender Mustang. 
He'd drive us around to little clubs
and on Sunday afternoons we'd jam 
jazzy at Gilardi’s, the old place 
on the slow bank of the Petaluma River. 

My memory of those days is dim,
but I must have been doing something right, 
because the waitress would bring me 
bottles ofJamaican Red Stripe beer
and she’d cook me dinners I couldn't eat
 and make the other customers wait for their drinks. 

Crashing at Reds, one Sunday
he couldn’t wake me up. 
I must have passed away. 
That's what I figure. 
That's what happens 
if you ride the train
past the end of the line.

It’s been years since I died… those days dim.

Jimmy
December 4, 2016 - JUNE 25, 2017
NewMain, Virginia

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I Was A Nightling

Sacred

Barefoot in shorts, and
A straw cowboy hat -- 
A night vision to behold.
At a loss for words
I avoid people and the uncertainty
That speaking to them brings.
I spend the night with other animals, 
With birds, box turtles, and buffalo
Walking and stopping.
Not thinking, but listening…
And the mynah birds say
Everything is sacred.
And the buffalo say
Everything is sacred,
That is the first truth.
And a turtle pipes up,
This truth is sacred
Listen, they all say
Can you hear it
Listen, listen,
Then you tell me
If everything is sacred
So I stop
And I listen…
I hear it
Yes, I hear it
I hear the truth.
The first truth.
Everything is sacred.

Jimmy ThePeach

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