if love is a battlefield…

if love is a battlefield…




then this is armegeddon,

an uncivil war of two worlds,

a fight hg wells couldn’t divine,

a peace i m pei couldn’t design,

all from two words yelled between us,

a hazmat suit to clean us,

a verbal bar brawl,

a chaste slap in the face,

kinda hard, like quandahar,

case of red bull, in case another kabul, all goin so jalalabad,

so baghdad, but sock your mama,

tikrit, to cross, too cool for school,

mcchrystal on meth, could kill you ten ways with his cool,

enemy or supporter,

but like you can only hurt himself with a reporter, recorder,

walter winchell, ben bradlee, all happily waterboard ya,

to get the answers no one wants to hear,

a knife in my ear, an najaf to my rear,

car bombs in my heart,

karbala fall apart, pop tart pull apart,

disintegrate, into whats great,

emasculate, perambulate, unlock the flood to watergate,

but what can you do, lounging in the shade of your star and gaz-atte,

3 hundred channels, porn, foreign, chunneling into your life from your double-wide satell-ite,

you sit and flagellate, flatulate, but all too late,

to implicate the dude from kate plus eight?



thats you,

an unreal reality, on every night,

broadcasting broads casting their net,

bachelor, bachelor-ette is enough,

adam rich adam sandler a damn handler for my money,

my leaving you, while your eve-ing me, your adamant adam ant man.

who is the winner, the wars not over, the whores comin over,

but she doesnt have to stay with us, betray us,

burn a hotline to general petraeus,

prolly he could parlay us, some cease-fire,

parlez vous france’ us, some sapphire, some sap for hire,

some way to get us, and save us, confuse and confucius,

darth vader dark side darfur space invade us,

leaning on a lenient lent, on borrowed time we’ve already spent,

pompous, pump them, from hateful to heinous,

even immanuel kant find a straight line between us.



the revolution will be televised,

then youtubed and hulued,

digitized, re-stylized,

recorded, reworded, then purported to bein alien bein autopsized.



turn me down, i can hear myself.

Dog Eared Life

a dog-eared life


...............................
i have a dogeared life,

and no god danged wife,

got things to get back to,

some things id rather not do,

clawfoot tub in my bathroom,

got a room with a view, just for two,

so i can forget you.

especially you.



read the book over and over,

cover to cover,

prologue, epilogue,

but your dialogue’s last in my head,

from quote to quote, from he said to she said,

paragraphs of causation,

chapters of alienation,

and yet no exclamation, no interrogation,

only a lost period.



sometimes a plain word says more than a letter,

sometimes a blank rage says it so much better.



I flip and and i skip, but cant find my place,

not in this world, not with my face,

not with a girl, with you girl,

in my story, we're not in a hurry,

linger a while on a blank page, draw a smile on your blank face,

seen making our own scene, laughter, then after,

the wind is obscene,

the window obselete,

ah the sleet, now the steam, and now we can write?

it was a dark and stormy night…

just start over, and start right, with a fight,

some fashion of passion, a last one, a lone gun,

unknown one,

samoan hitman with the snowman shogun,

more itchin, scratchin

correction of a verbal insurrection,

building your mentalese erection,

add complication to the hero’s medication,

before skydivin off to save the sioux nation, and…

what did you say? countdown to foreplay,

and youre at three and now you need me?

ive lost it, the plot, the idea, the will, the wont, the dos and the donts,

no motivation to continue, to read, or to write,

or to right the wrong words no one else will spot.

especially you.



sometimes a pained word says more than a letter,

sometimes a blank stage says it so much better.



my mind's narrator, to date her, berate her, separate her,

from me and my bold type face,

i embrace you, so i dont have to face you,

i hug you to snub you,

a chance to look over your shoulder,

overlook you and get colder,

ive grown older and wiser, so now I despise her,

squeezin you so i can look out and spy her, or her, or her,

or...hurry up and let go, so i can get goin,

turn away so im not showin

my smile, my wave, my goodbye face

you take as my undying love for this place,

standing here, stayin here, with you so near,

cuz the view, my dear, is so freakin niiiice.



sometimes bein plain bored says more than a letter,

sometimes the right age says it so much better.



your italicized thoughts, go on page after page,

i dont have time for that sh*t, skip a bit, bend the corner, maybe come back later,

better think twice, but i cant think a once, not of you,

lifes needs, and pains and gains sink my wants,

once and for all, or once just for me,

find another book, another store, another city,

tired of writin lives for so many people,

let them live or die, or for once, do the needful.

especially me.



sometimes a plain word…

sometimes a blank page…

Bobby Fischer, Playa Playa

No Match For Bobby


On Top Of The World, On Top Of The Girl

........

lifes no game, its just the same ol thing,

move here, jump there, do whatever the eff you dare,

you cant think 1 move ahead

your head cant move 1 drink away,

another skank in the rollaway,

to play, to stay, fold and walk away,

youre not the king, not the queen,

youre not even on the board, overboard, check your overpriced checkerboard,

overhyped sweater vest chest you scored,

watchin you tryin to order the pieces, order the pizzas,

but no peace is to be found, not in this town, not in black or white,

dark or light, the rules arent clear,

but i can see right thru you, severe, sever your intentions,

the wilke-barre/traxler variation, a ploy of stagnation,

hesitation, you go on vacation, til

your pawn sleepwalk to queen 3, beggin

my pawn to coldcock to king 4,

but i dont know what the f*ck your lookin for,

do you really want to hook my fischer king,

or you just trying to rule my world,

before i get too bored, before i get two boards,

playin meek with you and bobby's last week's whore?


bobby fischer,

keep right on looking,

cant beat him, so you cheat him, play him the fool,

he's 3 steps ahead--changing the game, and the rules.


bobby-f,

looking for yourself,

in high school,

with your high class high cool,

barbara streisand, all funny girl, not yet money girl,

neil diamond, sweet on caroline, poppin pimples and wood in gym class,

hopin for a look at the dimples, on her so fine---(a Bop--bop--bahhhhhh)

you beatin everyone in chess club

beatin off to the best in the chest club,

did you ever find who you were, or who you could be,

you want more best friends, or less chess enemies?

grandmaster at thirteen,

the youngest junior champ theyve seen,

the Game Of The Century, one medal of brilliancy, the young gm mc,

but soon itll be - 'the country that sent for me, censors me',

but not yet, sure, take another bet, sir, play for cash, gifts, even a check, mate,

almost two full years later, taking queens home before you date her,

not a money, or honey, or camera hater,

the breeziest champ, so young, and won the easiest u.s. champ-ion, peon,

peony for thee?

for the sweet sixteen, zoom outa the classroom, under the bad moon,

no need to finish that game youve already mastered,

in your head, in bed,

sped-read all that bastard could teach you, or preach you,

nobody there that could beat you, or reach you,

so off to play the world instead.


bobby fischer,

keep right on looking,

cant beat him, philander, thru eternity,

hes 3 steps ahead--scan her, cant prove paternity.


nineteen, and defend your national titleness,

knight takes queen, cant comprehend casual idolness,

cover of Life, and Sports Illustrated,

not a model or daughter you havent dated, sedated,

11 to nil, their can't to your will,

hidden decanter of imported swill,

those patzers are not just lost,

beaten up, closed down by your open from Landstrasse,

you hittin the hard sauce, double-dippin the girl floss,

gambits from Bishop and Binko, you dont know how to let go,

like theyre playing the wrong game, its not the same,

playin checkers and marbles, while you check and they marvel,

the whole country is un poco and loco, like your fast back in spanish class,

playin one eye on the table, and when your able,

one feelin and stealin a look at Caroline's so fine---(a Bop--bop--bahhhhhh).

1972, and you,

Spassky from the Soviet U-nion,

speeches, cold war nukes get a-move on,

media leeches, cia spooks get their groove on,

armageddon on the horizon, all gettin in on the fightin, the fright of,

in spite of, doomsday, death and destruction,

make war not make pieces take pieces, everyone

a pawn for their own evil empire,

a grandmaster gun for hire, berating on you,

a damn bastard, one higher rating than you,

all tighten, enlighten, knots in your head, not hiding, not dead, not yet,

castanets and clarinets, cast your net,

its not the care of the world he gets, its only the girl he pets,

he delays, wont play, not due to politics or commie tricks,

just boost the winner's pay, and he'll stay---(a Bop--bop--bahhhhhh).

the board set up in a hurry, reykjavik toward the sea, raise a glass, hennessy

rushin to another russian victory, twenty five years in a row,

but...never met the man that beat so many ho's.


bobby fischer,

keep right on looking,

if he can meet her, he'll land her,

hes 3 steps ahead--lay her down if he cant stand her.


you know he wins, smiles and spins, miles of sins,

you die in agony, hes got you diagonally,

go for the tie, the draw, sittin on the fence,

he stops you with the Philidor/Dutch defence,

fork you and your queen,

forget you and your dream with the the Latvian gambit,

the Ruy Lopez he says, while your sayin dammit,

home to the first chess hero parade,

all the pieces and girls that he layed,

a genius opening repertoire, an endgame to asian girls with alcohol,

endorsement deals canned, not yet banned,

not buyin what theyre sellin, not a grandmaster felon,

soon fallin off the map, a rip van winkle nap,

a nimble Torre attack, but on your daughter, you spot her, but not him,

no one sees him, or plays him,

nor seize him or phase him,

mising like a piece that rolls on the floor, under the door,

brilliantly gone, to be seen no more.


bobby fischer,

keep right on looking,

you cant find this genius playboy hermit man,

hes 3 steps ahead--all part of his comeback plan.


twenty years late, he pops up his head,

dead tired but not dead, retired but not retar-ded,

rematch with spassky dates, out of the states, title reinstated,

and even bobby stated, he'll go,

wherever they know, wherever they go, wherever you go,

ill follow you,

yugo-slavia, belgrade,

make the top grade, to get paid, to get laid,

you pick the stale mate, the cheap date,

he's pickin up another check, mate, for his teenage vixen,

japanese tricksin, phillipino mixin,

if on top, more teeny-bop yen, three and a half million,

but Bush number one says no way son,

allegations and sanctions from the united nations.


bobby fischer,

keep right on looking,

you cant beat him, cant make him not go,

hes 3 steps ahead--spits on your embargo.


he won again...and then done again, gone again, cash in hand, girl hand in hand,

per the government, can never be spent, a day or a dollar back here again,

his back near all us, and the U-S all 'you, no' to him,

his age and his asian friends conspire, against those in the tower, in power,

the rook not took, treated like a crook,

but he wrote the book on how to get out and book,

when backed into a corner, a coroner,

a coronation ignored by the rising sun nation,

the pariah son bored with night time visitations,

japan can but wont go along with his plan,

too conceited to concede, too right to be wronged,

he cant roam, cant go home, no castle or draw, no more pieces to move,

except to jail, a final go stale, mate, a standoff with a jackoff,

an endgame to the last game, dont play unless you know the way...

so a call to the ice world he put on the map,

made known to the nice world, his way outa the trap,

an offer to be a citizen, denizen, any city in, citizenship, cold and so hip, reykjavic,

and bobby only coolly spits...but where are the hot girls? (a Bop--bop--bahhhhhh).



bobby fischer,

keep right on looking,

cant beat him, so you slander,

hes 3 steps ahead, the newest icelander.