A novel of murder and obsession
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Words From Rib
A Collection of Word Art, Poetry and Short Stories.
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A novel of forbidden love
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Origins
Are you there, our creator on high?
Is there love to spare?
Do our dead come back to us?
Does evil rule the roost?
Do you even care?
A bang so big, theories of string
custom, tradition, pagan ways
open your heart. listen
integrate, intellect, welcome to the new day
Listen to the Rabbi
The preacher begs your attention
pray with the witch by the light of the moon
follow the rules of the priest
Hall makes sense? Everyone is right? Was that Daryl Hall?
What about Charlie Sheen, oh it's so passé,
Busey feels more deep
Hell? Heaven? Purgatory?
Vestal Virgins? nightly hauntings? lust in the wind?
Faith in answers? Reincarnation?
Now Peter Proud lies dead
Searching in Waco, Guyana, Spain
Does Eater Island tell the tale?
Consider the musings from Galapagos...
Listen to Gods quarterback boast
see how the atheists float
Questions...blame
© 2010 Rib
General Coincidence
Ever an open circle
always in the limbo of my mind
creatures obsessed
like Nixon and Haig
vipors en masse
in a room full of games
race me to the window
and drink in the air
let the wind blow
past your wondrous stare.
© 2010 Rib
Paint on Dolls
Wearing fur...
paint on you
Brother painting Barbie...
paint on them
model riding pony........doll on paint
I will paint you, transform you
you can look like all the others
scrape off the unique
glob on the paint
putty over the cracks
brush on the paint.
Make you her, make her him
create nothingness out of the family jeans
paint on dolls, factory fresh.
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Why are you so afraid?
in
deep dark caves, lonely basements
a b;ack heart that belongs to God.
Fear that shocks
tears that paralyze
beer you left behind when you changed your mind.
Have you told her you still love her?
with
glowing eyes and dripping fangs
and
delicate extremities of a woman
knees that knock
bleed like rock
flee in plain site.
© 2010 Rib
Austria and Punishment
We open our arms
to be shot in the heart
the ideas pour in
nobody listens
small towns, no dividers
cringe, pose
harmony boils over
and nobody believes
it starts with intolerance
it ends in the fire
it starts
it ends
finis
© 2011 Rib
My Lil' Bombshell
Fan Dancer
adored, relaxed
orbit of men, blatant sin
a fan of oral communication
The rage of a mid century play
so hot, they scream her name
oh
but she could shake it, fake it
followers would lose their way
cock enhancer
pandemonium, petrified, egos imbibed
ballyhoo, renew
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Strong Arm of the Territory
She used pride like a weapon
strong arm of the territory
survived by instinct
never gave way to shame
oodles of doodles and nonsense art
keep it flashy around the edges
she will do everything for you
and anything to keep it quiet
study hard the mud
they leave behind
who cleans up the mess?
at least she thinks she does her best
Her territory is kept in line
with velvet fist and whispered orders
no matter the humiliation
she never gives way to shame.
© 2011 Rib
Wildcat
Stand up and buzz off
keep to the right
2x2 expectations
visible MESS
cooperate
give us personal space
politely listen to the
quiet voices
stop activity
safe area only
line up half court
respect:give it
awareness:get it
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The Pure Hell of Gordon Jump
Preenin' and prancin'
evolving into a lump
compared to Sophia and Kristie and Val
now it's more like Gordon Jump
sex and arrests
but we kept it in check
now we're lonely and weary
in suburbia up to our necks
work and work or marry up
snuggle and smuggle to make life go on
years on knees make 'em weak
no laughter here today
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Boy Names
Jimmy and Billy
familiar and stately
foreign blues, holy snafus
Chuck and Abe and Jack
insane and already dead
fueling those years, filling my ears
understanding of minds
think Freud, no no
Jung
Holding interest, no casualties
ape man, dig it?
words are true., spoken anew
right is wrong, more is more
chimes flowing
this time we smile
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Summer Intense
At a Zappa concert talkin about 'Get Smart'
The 10th annual mushroom kings in a sea of campers
Hey, I fall off the boat
Pray for the fabulous
Nay, even a plea in the game
More and more is the cheese ball dude
it's a love for humanity
I see the killer inside me
old people shows can do some good and keep it calm
slow me down, dull the intensity
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Alive with Death
I feel the ease of the other side
the family that got under my skin
is so much easier to take.
They feel the foolishness they spread,
they feel the love that fills me.
Are they helping me with my shortcomings?
Will they pull me thru the blame?
Is it easier for me to see them now in the night
or in my daydreams?
Feel the life in death
happiness belongs to them
and gets closer for you and me.
© 2011 Rib
Mentor
Mentor mentor
lay your claim
mentor mentor
old dead insane
promises of pop culture
dreams of same
Andy is out there
Pittsburgh, PA
paisley, alone
near 88 in a grave
Brenda and the weavers
Live! Apple!
A force, an eye opener
decades of dreams, dreamers, dreamed
some alive
some dead
mentor mentor
down in flames
The Rushes
intimacy and shame
pouring generously into the river
buckets of pain
thinking about a life
forever inlaid
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SEVERED!
He seemed so happy
killing with glee
stomping grounds, hunting grounds
it is all the same
eye on cheek, tracks left behind
is he a monster??
Is it a show?
"Art, " he said.
bodies posed for all to see
from Hollywood to London
they die in tenderness??
awash in mania
colors of lust
purple
red
black and blue
Want of friendship?
escape from his past?
he has his reasons for plunging things into your back.
DIGRESS
© 2010 Rib
Mary, Me
And I opened my eyes
rain on my breast
he wondered aloud, first person
gave me ascension
arise, old friend
hilltops, skies and me
foreign fingers wander free
join the Mary band
and I opened my eyes
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How Many?
Picture to picture
the characters flow
wild and crazy poets, gangsters, thugs,
presidents and kings
all in a day's work of brilliance and light
we all have a favorite
we all choose a style
Do we relate to the desperation?
Do we dance in the aisles?
The body count is adding up
but the music is sublime.
© 2011 Rib
Living is Good
Temples of turbulence and shacks of grass
open the floodgates, keep 'em entranced
from hi to lo and side to side
pull me in deeper, fill me with lies
living is good and dyeing is sweet
under the ground without missing a beat
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Merry Band
And I opened my eyes
rain on my breast
he wondered aloud, first person
gave me ascension
arise old friend
alive with hilltops, skies and me
foreign fingers wander free
join the merry band
and I opened my eyes
© 2011 Rib
All Alone in Homes
Way back thru the tree lined drives,
old money with new faces, replaced parts.
Waiting for death with fresh breath,
dreading the end with guilt on those lonely nights.
Forgotten children
buried
hiding
Grandchildren never met.
A lifetime of nonchalance
secret in the tiny freezer
another day of vivid images
witnessed from the chair, once new from Sears,
now old with wear
almost time to die.
© 2011 Rib
Seeing Colors
I see you Blue, thru the picture window
I'll live on that for awhile
Is he seeing red as he usually does,
in that usual slow burn style?
No bright yellow sun today,
just rain for the anxiety ridden weather obsessed.
There's dull, there's gray, there's death and decay
but I'll bet the house hasn't a thing out of place
Did you know I'm green with envy
with small town USA?
But I can't stay,
not with my cold, black heart of darkness,
fat with what you might call sin.
But Blue was waiting to fill my head
when I woke up again.
I can't believe I really saw you
I'll live with that for awhile.
© 2011 Rib
Little Penis Man
Big bold truck
you drive around in the big red truck
with even bigger wheels.
When you hop out
your stature seems slight
but that is ok, little penis man.
Your brow is furrowed
as you grab another Marlboro
and your tight jeans lie flat against you,
little penis man
Your voice, it booms with importance.
The heavy boots which make small tracks
stomp among the flowers.
You seem annoyed with the world
little penis man.
Could you get some smaller transport?
smile an honest smile?
We don't care if your Johnson is small
yet it seems to bother you so why
announce it to the world?
© 2011 Rib
Trilogy in Three Acts
Over the heart
and
thru the years
there we always were
we shared
with flair
beds and Mothers
toes and books
cousins and cuisine
tears and words
men and song
and entire landmark structures.
Such glorious highs
and fabulous
l
o
w
s.
Can you still ...
trot out those dirty memories?
Does it still make you tick?
or
Does it cause you to be sick?
Your negative energy dismisses,
your family eclipses
my ugliness drowns the wishes.
Do we try?
© 2011 Rib
Of a Fucktual Nature
It brings out the odd in everyone
some have no desire
some desire the illegal
Mr. A pleads,"Wear the little white socks and rub them all over me."
Mr. B always wants you on your knees.
Ms. C only likes the girls
Mr. D wants to dance, feel the romance
Miss E makes sure things get a little rough
Mr. F sticks it right in your ear
Mr. G needs a little encouragement, boss him around.
Mrs. H enjoys the outdoors, The earthiness is cozy.
Mr. I has an eye for the ladies on the street.
Mr. J chases down the men.
Miss K wears heels to bed.
Mr. L has a fave:69
Mr. M saves all the evidence.
Ms. N needs the quiet and the dark.
Mr. O is only pleased by large chests.
Mr. P has a golden secret.
Mr. Q rises first thing in the morning.
Mrs. R loves anonymously.
Mr. S watches from the corner.
Miss T needs a few drinks.
Mr. U likes simple country jeans and T's.
Ms. V laps up that awkward geek.
Mr. W lives for the bright lights.
Miss X uses the whip.
Mr. Y yells a lot.
Mr. Z falls fast asleep.
Desire is a personal thing but fucking does not have to be.
© 2011 Rib
Notes and Lines
Overwhelmed with harmony
a journey of rhythm and rhyme
tap foot, slap knee
fill my brain with imagery
FREE
Join the dance
play in the band
sing from the heart with me
put me in the mood for romance
GLEE
© 2011 Rib
At the Still
Jack and Gil
workin' the still
stumbled on a body.
They buried it deep in the woods
for fear they would get the blame.
Alice came looking for her beau
whom she had left fast asleep under a tree.
The seed Wil had planted in his love
had taken much out of him.
He slept like the dead.
After a while and a dip in the creek
she figured he had left her hi and dry.
She cursed him and headed home.
Jack and Gil
workin; the still
got a fright that night
lover boy awoke in his cold earthy grave.
He clawed his way out and
thought he might be dead.
He haunted the moonshine pair.
Gil tried to run but
tripped on a rock and
went over the cliff.
Jack faced the music
and explained the mess
"We thought you was dead!"
"But I don't think I am." Wil gulped.
Jack scratched his head.
They sat and pondered and downed a jug.
The partners formed a new enterprise
with Jack and Wil workin' the still.
Sweet Alice married a land surveyor
that was passing thru and
they raised a beautiful daughter named Wilemena.
Gil was never seen again.
© 2011 Rib
Summer Start
I wander barefoot
jean jacket and dress
witness all the desperate ones
eyes bleary, ready for action
it's the last chance of the morning
in the dirty camps
before normal awakes
and the pretty people rule the day.
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Clawface
There is a spark that haunts me
it runs me down a thousand miles
the moon pours over its glory
casts a shadow on a love in bloom.
His twinkle is distant
aged and weathered while in full youth
more exotic seems the pursuit
less extinct goes the species
as he whispers, creates, lies
But
Death is in his smile
co existing with electric ghosts
ethereal illusions, multiple contusions
flower power hierarchy in the modern age
twisted television, reality games.
© 2011 Rib
rib (rib), Noun: Each of a series of slender curved bones articulated in pairs to the spine,
protecting the thoracic cavity; Verb: Mark with or form into raised bands or ridges.
raw (rô), Adjective: In its natural state; not yet processed or purified
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