Usually I shy away from writing about love and that sort of thing, don't ask me why, it's just not a common subject for me. But there are a few scraps lying around out there in my archives that do prove I'm not the barbed-wire, armor & nails that many people think I am.
Strange and Beautiful Skin
(By Walter Beck)
I came home
With my usual scent
Of cheap cigarettes and beer
Permeating my leather jacket.
On my flesh
Was the scent of new life
Blooming in the middle of nowhere;
The scent of coconut grease
And your strange flesh.
Pale skin
In the light of the cult film on TV
In your swank pad;
I’m not piss & vinegar
As much as the rest of the world thinks.
One night,
Two nights,
Or never again;
Just one moment
Of humanity
Without a fog of smoke and booze,
A soul unshackled
By the chains of an image.
Teach me
To love myself
And to love you;
Teach me
To be more than a glorified gofer,
A mercenary for hire
Who’s feeling rapidly out-of-date and obsolete.
Teach me to be all the way alive.
Let Me Find One (A Goddamn Miracle)
(By Walter Beck)
Let me find one
Who can jam out to a boogie-woogie
Or Lemmy’s bluesy-bass rumble.
Let me find one
Who can tilt back Wild Turkey
And chase it down with Mad Dog.
Let me find one
Who’ll take a slasher flick
Or National Lampoon
Over a chick flick or musical.
Let me find one
With a thirst for the streets,
For Revolution
Over soft-soap speeches
And pressed, ironed collars.
Let me find one
That makes this freak lifestyle
Not feel so goddamn lonely.
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