shayarisms4lovers June18 262 - Lou Reed Never Wore Brown | A Poem by G.S. Katz

Lou Reed Never Wore Brown | A Poem by G.S. Katz

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Black
Gray
Leather
The original Punk
Kid from Long Island
Who blasted into our Rock psyche
Heroin
Alcohol Haze
Sweet Jane
New Sensations
Halloween
Walks on the Wild Side
You could always depend on Lou
Always in our NYC mantra
Sex
Motorcycles
Freaks
Gays before there were Gays
Hard women
Transsexual lullabies
Tops
Bottoms
Bdsm
Lower East Side
Pain because it felt good
The music
Searing guitars
Off key slightly
Seedy one night stands
Sex in cheap hotels
With bad lighting
Somehow it wasn’t so bad
When Lou sang about it
One thing is for sure
Punk is wounded
We lost our Captain
Who went quietly into the dark night
R.I.P. Lou
You will be missed
Thank you
For never wearing brown……

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shayarisms4lovers June18 20 - The Last Laugh Of Tommy Lee | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

The Last Laugh Of Tommy Lee | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

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“The cock doth craw, the day doth daw
The channerin’ worm doth chide:
Gin we be mist out o’ our place,
A sair pain we maun bide.”
—The Wife of Usher’s Well, traditional folk ballad.

Some people just can’t take a joke.
But Tommy Lee found funny
almost everywhere he looked.

Had he been a stand-up comic
he may have made good money,
or as an author of children’s books.

But Tommy Lee worked in the factory.
And like a kid who never grows up
he was an obsessive practical joker.

Looking back, it’s a miracle
he was never fired, but people say he was
universally admired by his co-workers.

Then one afternoon, Tommy’s fingers
got caught in the machine. And it cut him
clean to both wrists, leaving only stumps.

For two whole days, Tommy’s tongue
was quiet. Then he awoke to the smell
of the hospital, recalled the industrial violence,

and he began to understand:
(he would never work again.)
On the third day, his mother came in,

and she saw Tommy’s chest expand.
And while she cried, Tommy Lee died,
saying: “Look ma, no hands.”

Author’s Note: Of course, actual workplace deaths due to industrial
accidents or workplace safety issues are no laughing matter in the
United States. 4,609 workers were killed on the job in the U.S. in
2011—almost 90 a week or nearly 13 deaths every day. (And this is
the third lowest annual total since the fatal injury census was first
conducted in 1992 by OSHA, the Occupational Safety and Health
Administration.) I have been privileged over the years to be present
at several Workers’ Memorial Day events (organized by OSHA and the
Department of Labor) where I have delivered an invocation in honor of
workers who died on the job in the previous year.…

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shayarisms4lovers mar18 38 - New Him | A Poem by Guy Farmer

New Him | A Poem by Guy Farmer

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No one could identify the exact
Moment when he turned the corner.
It might have been the death of his
Brother, or an unexpected call
Announcing he was to be a father, or
His hours being cut at the plant.

Regardless, he showed no exterior
Signs of discomfort except for the
Occasional grumpy comment.
He went on as if everything was
Business as usual, the new him
Gradually revealed.…

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