How Like Kites We Are

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I Was A Nightling

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 tr

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 Can Love You

I Can Love You - SUBZ 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...

I Can Love You - SUBZ 

written by James Lick (jimmythepeach)

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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NERVOUS BREAKDOWN - SUBZ

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

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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. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

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The Last 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 forced 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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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 in instant intimacy She always finds people to play it out All her friends speak wound Addicted to the process of healing She will never get better

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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 This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

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IN THE KINGDOM OF THE CUCKOO - jimmy the peach

We try and conquer nature, abuse and violate her, Refuse the Great Creator. Where does it end? Where does it end? It starts at the beginning. We’re taught that only winning The game is why we’re living. But nobody wins. Nobody wins. In the Kingdom of the Cuckoo. In the Kingdom of the Cuckoo.

We advertise seduction. We legislate corruption, Awaken mass destruction. But nobody cares. Nobody cares. We live on borrowed money. We die on borrowed time. We have a false economy. Out of our minds, are we out of our minds?

And we want to know the answers. In the Kingdom of the Cuckoo. But we never ask the questions. In the Kingdom of the Cuckoo.

It starts at the beginning. We’re taught that only winning The game is why we’re living. But nobody wins. Nobody wins. There is a bright solution. The games resolution, A cuckoos revolution. Tear down the walls. Tear down the walls. In the Kingdom of the Cuckoo. In the Kingdom of the Cuckoo.

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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 are still sleeping.

False dawn came and went and so did the liquid dreams

Peach May 3, 2017 NewMain, Virginia

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SANO CRUCIFIED - Jimmy the Peach Sano crucified home in bed. He didn’t feel like going out, He had just come in. “Come in Sano, come in.” “…” “…” Sano didn’t wake up crucified, He went to bed crucified. Some time every day Sano was waylaid, Waylaid and nailed to his own private cross Which said, “SANO,” Carved in Urban Grafitti Style Above his head. Sano is scarred and not so fragile After being crucified every day. I love Sano. I love an audience. But, I always thought a crucifixion Should be a private thing. Don’t gossip about Sano crucified, My own methods for hanging from a cross, Or how people enjoy spectacles… Public or otherwise. From, “The Slums,” August 5, 1982 This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.