“BEE BOP” by Bill Duke

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Outsides fine
And I guess that’s the way it’s supposed to be
Outsides fine
But that’s got nothin’ to do with me
Outside things are goin’ swell
But I’m at the bottom of a wishin’ well
Cold as hell
Inside

Outside thing’s are goin’ fine:

Smellin’ flowers
Drinkin’ wine
Lovin’ people
Bein’ kind
Refined

But inside things are ready to bust
Mistrust is turnin’ my love to lust
Confusion’s makin’ fun of hate
All my earlies come too late
Identity treats me like a dog
And all of it’s driftin’ through a fog
Inside

Outside goin’ around givin’ advice
Tellin’ folks that bad is nice
And how great things must have been for Christ
Because he was willin’ to pay the price

But inside
The price has never been paid
And all except delusions fade

Like limping shadows across a shade
Of all my broken promises made
Afraid

Outsides fine
And I guess that’s the way it’s supposed to be
Outsides fine
But that’s got nothin’ to do with me

Outside things are goin’ swell
But I’m at the bottom of a wishin’ well
Cold as hell
Inside

Bill Duke

All Rights Reserved

© 2011

“MEN LIKE ME” by Bill Duke

 

MEN LIKE ME
WERE BORN UPSTATE NEW YORK
RAISED ON HARD TIMES GOSPEL SHOUTS AND PORK
WHEN GRANDPA DIED IT PLANTED ALL MY FEAR
THAT ANYTHING YOU LOVE WILL DISAPPEAR
SO WE DON’T LET LOVE COME TOO CLOSE TO ME
THUS MY FEELINGS MELT TO MYSTERY
MEN LIKE ME
WERE RAPED AS BABY BOYS
BY WOMEN BABY SITTERS OUR PARENTS TRUSTED WITH THEIR TRUST
AND OUR TOYS
THEY GENTLY UNZIPPED OUR PANTS
WITH PUKE WORDS FILLED WITH PERFUME SNOT
LUST AND ANTS
MADE US FEEL THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG WITH US
WITH OUR FEELINGS OUR CONFUSION OUR FEELINGS OUR FEARS OUR DISGHUST
MEN LIKE ME
SAW MOMAS HEAD SLICED OPEN WITH A LIGHT BULB
CLUCHED IN DADDYS BLOOD STAINED HAND CALLED MARRIAGE
WE FELT MOMAS RAZOR WORDS CUT THE HEART FROM DADDYS CHEST
AND SOMEWHERE DEEP INSIDE WE HIDE THE REST
OF THE SWEET SWEET CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
OF THOSE EVER PRESENT SUMMERTIMES

THAT SOMEHOW HOLD THE KEYS

TO ALL WE CANNOT RHYME

MEN LIKE ME
WAKE UP HOPING
FOR CHECKS IN THE MAIL
WAKING UP WITH CATHY CLARA OR GAIL
OR ALL THREE LIKE EATING TRAIL MIX STALE
BALANCING MADNESS ANGER RAGE AND BLAME
BALANCING HOPE REJECTION PAIN
TOO LAZY NUMB AND DUMB TO FACE THE SHADOWS FOG AND RAIN
OF ANOTHER COLD UNWELCOMED DAY
PROGRAMED FOR THE JAILTIME STAY
ARE YOU FEELIN ME BRO
NO
LET ME FURTHER EXPLAIN
MEN LIKE ME
CARRY SIGNS ON CORNERS
BEGGING FOR CHANGE TO COME
OR DRESS IN SUITS THAT NEVER FIT
IN THE EYES OF THOSE WHO WONDER
THIS FOOL MUST REALLY THINK WERE DUMB
WHERES THAT NIGGER REALLY COMIN FROM
AND WE FEEL IT
BUT ZIP OUR LIPS WITH NOTHING TO SAY
CAUSE WE HAVE MOUNTAINS AND MOUNTAINS OF BILLS TO PAY
FILLED WITH HATE THAT YOU TAKE OUT ON YOU
AND EVERYTHING THAT LOVES YOU TOO
LIKE MY MY MY WHAT AM I GONNA DO
YO MY MAN AM I GETTING THRU
MEN LIKE ME
WERE BORN UPSTATE NEW YORK
RAISED ON HARD TIMES GOSPEL SHOUTS AND PORK
WHEN GRANDPA DIED IT PLANTED ALL MY FEARS
THAT ANYTHING YOU LOVE WILL DISAPPEAR
MEN LIKE ME
LOVE WOMEN WEVE BETRAYED
DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO TRUST THEM IF THEY STAYED
THAT’S WHAT DADDY DID
NO HES NOT MY BLAME
BUT
HE HID
LIKE ME
ALL THE SAME
BECAUSE HE WAS AFRAID TO LET ANYONE SEE
OR TOUCH THE HEART OF FEAR
WE HIDE BEHIND THE CHISSELED BODIES MASK OF MASCULINITY
WE HIDE FROM EYES THAT SEE WE ARE NOT FREE
RUN FROM ONE WHO MIGHT PROVOKE A TEAR
RUN FROM THE TOUCH THAT BRINGS US NEAR
RUN FROM LOVE FROM FEELINGS CLEAR
ROLLING IN THE MUD OF SELF DESTRUCT
AND ALL THE MINDS DECAY THAT WOULD CONFUSE
ALL THE GIFTS WERE GIVEN WE MISUSE
AND ALL HER SCENTED KISSES WE ABUSE
MEN LIKE ME
ARE KNOWN TO DESTROY LIFE
WITH THE KNIFE
OF NON COMMIT
OF WANTING TO BE FREE
OF CHILDREN WE BRING HERE OR YES THE WIFE
RUNNING FROM RESPONSIBILITY
RUN RUN RUN AND BLAME THE MAN
YOUR KIDS ARE HUNGRY
FEEED THEM SPAM
YOUR KIDS ARE HUNGRY FOR SOMETHING TO THINK
OH I THINK I NEED ME ANOTHER DRINK
I THINK I NEEDS ME MORE ROCK TO SMOKE
YOUR CHILDREN ARE LOOKING FOR A HELPING HAND
DON’T LOOK AT ME YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND
DON’T YOU SEE MY FEET STUCK HERE IN THE SAND
WHO AM I GODDAM SUPERMAN
YOUR CHILDREN ARE SCREAMING PAIN AND RAGE
WELL PUT THEM IN A GODDAM CAGE
THEY’LL UNDERSTAND WITH A LITTLE AGE
MY DADDY DID AND I DID TOO
EXCUSE ME BUT I HAVE TO GO ON STAGE
OF ALL THAT I AM TOLD TO DO
PLEASE BRO NO DISRESPECT TO YOU
BUT I GOTS TO DISAPPEAR
YO YO WOULD SOMEONE PASS ME ANOTHER BEER
MEN LIKE ME
ARE REALLY NOT THAT DEEP
WE SLEEP
ON CITY STREETS OR IN YOUR PARKS
OR
WERE RICH AND FAMOUS
BUT SUFFER IN THE DARK
OR WE POSE AS PIMPS WITH NO EXPRESSED DESIRE
AFRAID OF WHATEVER WE CANT CONTROL
WILL TURN INTO FIRE
THAT WILL BURN THE MASKS WE HAVE BECOME
YO YO BRO YOU KNOW WHERE IM COMIN FROM
MEN LIKE ME
WERE BORN UPSTATE NEW YORK
RAISED ON HARD TIMES GOSPEL SHOUTS AND PORK
WHEN GRANDPA DIED IT PLANTED ALL MY FEARS
THAT ANYTHING YOU LOVE JUST DISSAPEARS
SO WE DON’T LET LOVE COME TOO CLOSE TO ME
THUS MY FEELINGS MELT TO MYSTERY
MEN LIKE ME

BILL DUKE

(other poems by Bill Duke)

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

© 2009

 

“Waiting For Jack” Tonight! Sat. Oct. 16th Encore Performance

 

John Densmore producing play Waiting For Jack

  • September 24th, 2010 7:59 pm ET

It looks like Oct 16th is shaping up to be a date for poetic remembrances of literary hero’s. In Nashville on the 16th will be A Night to Remember Jim Morrison In Poetry, Film & Song. Now we have a John Densmore produced (along with Michael C Ford, Eve Brandstein, and Rex Weiner) play, Waiting for Jack.

Waiting For Jack is described as a rough recreation of the famous Gallery Six Reading in 1955 in which Allen Ginsberg first read Howl. The original reading wasn’t a staid polite poetry reading given to sipping tea, maybe smoking of tea*. It was a raucous affair with jugs of wine being passed around with Kerouac exhorting the poets from the audience much as a Jazz fan would encourage a solo.

In Waiting For Jack, John Densmore plays Gary Snyder, and along with the poetry Densmore plays the bongo’s. The play is the brainchild of Rex Weiner and Michael C. Ford and seeks not a literal reenactment of the Gallery Six reading or the poets that were there, but seeks the spirit of the night. The play recreates the raucous atmosphere of the original Gallery Six reading with off stage commentators adding punctuating remarks to the poetry in the form of heckling, flirting, bickering much like a Greek chorus or perhaps a beat “Our Town.”

The 90 minute play also features Eric Trules as Allen Ginsberg, Doug Knott as Charles Bukowski, Eve Brandstein as Diane DiPrima, and a whole host of others who on any given night of the performance may participate. Waiting For Jack has previously been performed in August of this year for a three night stand at The Short Stop Bar in Echo Park. You can see photos of the performance on their website. Producer Rex Weiner is hoping in the future to find the show a permanent residence so the show can be held regularly. Early next year they will take the show to college campuses around the country.

Waiting For Jack is a one night only affair Oct 16th, 2010 at 7 PM, $7.00 donation at the door. It will be presented at Tom Landau’s Studio 1520, 1520 2nd St., Santa Monica, CA, 90403.

*At the time tea was the euphemism for marijuana.

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Cast includes:

Stephen Kalinich (Jack Micheline), S.A. Griffin (Lawrence Ferlinghetti),

Lisa K. Thayer (Ann Waldman), Elkanah Burns (Frank O’Hara),

Theida Salazar (Bob Kaufman) Herbert T. Schmidt, Jr. (Kenneth Patchen),

Doug Knott (Charles Bukowski), Eve Brandstein (Diane DiPrima),

John Densmore (Gary Snyder), John DiFusco (Lew Welch),

Bill Duke (LeRoi Jones), Eric Trules (Allen Ginsberg)

and  Susan Hayden (Bobbie Louise Hawkins)

with special surprise guests… and your hosts, Michael C. Ford and Rex Weiner.

Last Night!! “Waiting For Jack” A Poetry Theater Event @ The Shortstop Bar

WAITING FOR JACK
A Poetry Theater Event
Produced by and Eve Brandstein, Rex Weiner & Michael C Ford,
Presented by The Shortstop

•    WHAT: Prominent LA Poets reading the works of Beat Era Poets… an homage, an invocation of spirits, and a rousing night of live poetry presented by the legendary Shortstop Bar in Echo Park
•    WHEN: Aug 13, 14, and 15, 7:00 – 9:30 each night
•    WHO: produced by Eve Brandstein, Rex Weiner and  Michael C. Ford,
•    WHERE: The Shortstop, 1455 West Sunset Boulevard, Los Angeles, CA 90026
•   CONTACT: (213) 482-4942 (public)… (323) 997 2853 (press only)
•    HOW MUCH: $5 donation

In a loose re-creation of the historic 1955 Six Gallery poetry reading, and other readings of the Beat Era, a group of prominent LA poets read favorite poems by Beat icons. As they read, they take on the personae of the various poets, and a dramatic situation takes shape as two offstage commentators drink, goof, commiserate and conjure up the poet-readers from the audience, one after another: all the while awaiting the arrival of “Jack” (Kerouac), who is always late, and may not show up. Finally, Jack appears (or does he?) and brings the evening to an emotional climax.

The 90-minute piece is partly scripted, partly improvised, not unlike a jazz performance where musicians depart from the sheet music to do their own thing. Poets are invited to choose the poems they prefer to read. The cast changes from night to night. As the evening progresses, the reality of the present shifts back and forth to the past. The effect will be a shamanistic evocation of the Beat Era, an homage to its lost heroes, as well as an entertaining night of live poetry.

POETS (only 8 or 9 will be read each night)

Denise Levertov
Kenneth Rexroth
Charles Bukowski
Philomene Long
PhilipWhalen
Diane DiPrima
Frank Lima
Kenneth Patchen
Barbara Guest
Ray Bremser
Ann Waldman
Jack Micheline
Laurence Ferlinghetti
Gregory Corso
Bob Kaufman
Lew Welch
John Thomas
Jack Kerouac
William Carlos Williams
Allen Ginsberg
Michael McClure
Gary Snyder
Philip Whalen
Brother Antoninus
Henry Miller
Philip Lamantia
LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka
Lenore Kandel
William S. Burroughs
Ted Joans

READERS:

Herbert T. Schmidt, Jr., Sarah Maclay, Bill Duke,  L. K. Thayer, Stephen John Kalinich, S.A. Griffin, John Harris, Pegarty Long, Jerry Garcia, Gail Wronsky, Chuck Rosenthal,  Cyril O’Reilly, Michael C Ford, Eve Brandstein,  Rex Weiner

“Ode To Little Boo Peep” by Bill Duke

VAMPIRE LOVE
LICKS
AND SUCKS
THE SOULS
OF OUR CHILDREN DRY
WITH WORDS
AND DEEDS
OF MATERIAL GREEDS
AND
LIES
OF ROT FILLED FLIES
NO NEED
FOR
KNIVES
THEY TAKE THEIR LIVES
WITH ACID KISS
AND
THEN DISMISS
THEY EAT THE INSIGHT OF THEIR EYES
WITH
PROSLYTIES
AND
FILL THEIR MINDS
WITH FEARS AND LIES
OF COMPROMISE
ABOUT
THEMSELVES
OUR CHILDRENS HOPES
SIT
HIGH
ON SHELVES
COLLECTING DUST
AND MUST
BECAUSE THEIR
TAUGHT TO TRUST
EVERYTHING
EXCEPT THEMSELVES
AND FEED ON ALL
INSIDE THE LUST
OF
ALL THAT THEY CAN BUY
AND TRY
THE SKY
OF
VAMPIRE LOVE OF THE
VAMPIRE HIGH
BUT
HOPEFULLY
BEFOR THEY DIE
AND TURN TO DUST
AND
RUST
HOPEFULLY
THEY WILL LEARN
TO
BURN THEIR WAY
THRU THE SLUTS
MAZE AND GUTS
OF
THE
SELF INFLICTED CUTS
THAT BLEED THEM DRY
OF
ALL THEIR WILL TO OVERCOME
BEFORE THEIR NUMB
OF THEIR
HUMANITY
SUCCUMED
SLUMB CHOKED INTO
THE
VANITY OF
THE INSANITY
OF
VAMPIRE VANITY
BUT
BEFORE
THEIR BURIED IN THE EARTH
WE HOPE THEY
FIND
A SENSE OF
WORTH
AND THAT FROM THAT
EARTH
A FLOWER GROWS
THAT TEACHES
THEM
WHAT GOD KNOWS
AND THAT IS
HOW TO MAKE A
VAMPIRES SHAKE
FAR MORE THAN
THE BIG EARTH QUAKES
HOW TO DEAL
WITH
THE SNAKES OF FAKES
AND
THE HARMS
OF
THE SNOT FILLED BUGGERS
OF VAMPIRE CHARMS
WHAT IS THE MESSAGE FROM HEAVEN ABOVE
GET THEM EARLY
AND TEACH THEM
SELF LOVE
IN THE PROTECTION OF OUR ARMS
TEACH THEM THE POWER
OF THE SECRET LIGHT THAT MUST CLEARLY GLO
LET THEM KNOW WERE THERE
THAT WE CARE
JUST LOVE THEM DEEP PAST ALL THEIR FEARS
ESPECIALLY WHEN THE VAMPIRES NEAR
JUST HOLD THEM TIGHTLY IN YOUR ARMS
PLANT SACRED SEEDS
THAT SOUND ALARMS
WHEN ANYTHING COMES CLOSE
TO ROB THEM FOR DOLLARS AND CENTS
OF THEIR
INNOCENSE
THAT WERE SWORN TO PROTECT
DONT LET GO
CAUSE
YOU NEVER KNOW
THEYLL BE SWALLOWED
BY
OUR NEGLECT
IM
NOT SAYING
I KNOW IT ALL
IM BROKEN
SCARED
DROPIN THE BALL
I
LOSE SLEEP IN MY WORRY NIGHTS
I HAS
MY FRIGHTS
MAKIN SENSE OF IT ALL
BUT IN SPITE OF
THE DEMONS
THAT HAUNT US DEEP
NEVER LET GO
OF
LITTLE
BO
PEEP

BILL DUKE

©2010