Friday, November 30, 2012

You ran off and left me

Traveling to your darkest closet,
seeking there the brightest sun
One thing there to pray so private
Another using God to shun
 
Last to know you are not well (now)
Must be told by Santa's elf
Words you use to choose do tell (how)
you can never know your self

On/Off plugs your mental socket
Electric feel your money burning
holes in your vested pocket
Drop down institutes of learning

Followed leads coerced who follow
Die agnostic films top shelf
Focus in this fatal light, Friend
Look, let's drink to better health..

Else, track back through your own vomit
Scary all fat cats meow
Wail evermore who want it,
hungry wolf-gangs gorging chow..
©2012 Gary Ottoson | ..& R.I.P : Mr. Brandon Brown


Credit: http://www.guardian.co.uk/business/2011/nov/29/euro-italy-insolvency-warning-finance-ministers
















Saturday, November 10, 2012

Thankful for Christmas

Eying pie on the window sill
Music from the garden plot
Tasting pumpkin, feel my fill
Orange potatoes steaming hot..

Steel blade to the piney black
Martin Luther cuts his spruce
Deep green branches, red his back
Open fire cooks his goose

Coffee, peace a piece of gold
Banker's hotel holds a room
Cross beam window lit the cold
Solid rock the Lord, assume

His country now the town I'm from
Christmas falls on Labor Day
All ye weary thankful come
A long night's work, a fair day's pay

Donkey grey, sweet Momma sits
Rock along their stony path
Intertwined our story fits
No monolithic Joseph wrath

Mary, Mary Christmas Mom
A carpenter her beau
How beautiful is Bethlehem?
Only God may know..
©2012 Gary Ottoson | To MAO



Credit : http://www.holtzendorff.com/vacations/israel/israelphotos.htm


Monday, July 30, 2012

Post-Christian Brothers

The shit's getting deep at the dung hill
You fear this at the mouth of the spring
His flocks crossed the valley of Hinnom
Never mind Go get lost Go get shoveling

Swift shady cool water slowing
The therapist the Psalmists unwound
Pruned lyric stems Rock and rolling
No shit Now the new mind is sound

Pouring entwined curling red in his wine
No shit through the grapevine is found
The good Lord is saving us The good Cana wine
No shit Now the new mind is sound
No shit Now the new mind is sound
©2012 Gary Ottoson

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

just say na


never shake your babies -- just say na
never shake your babies, no no na na ma
never shake your babies, daddy -- da da da
never shake your babies, baby, na na na

momma wants more mercy than her babies have?
never shake your babies ever like you're big and bad
never shake your babies, m'am -- they never made you mad

never shake your babies, google dr. spock
never shake your babies -- do some baby talk

ya never shake your babies -- just say na
never shake your babies, no no na na ma
never shake your babies, daddy -- da da da
never shake your babies, baby, na na na

never shake your babies look each other in the eye
when babies are forsaken Holy Father hear 'em cry

Their lightening rod'll be you when He bolts in from the East
never shake your babies butts but shake the babies' priests
shake your babies never even if you be the Beast

ya never shake your babies -- just say na
never shake your babies, no no na na ma
never shake your babies, daddy -- da da da
never shake your babies, baby, na na na

never shake your babies -- you'll become a nervous wreck
never shake your babies with their mill stone 'round your neck

neither shake your babies nor tattoo their brains with stars
never shake your babies -- why should babies wear your scars?

never shake your babies -- do you wanna lose your soul?
never shake your babies -- let 'em rock 'n roll
 
never shake your babies -- just say na
never shake your babies, no, no na na ma
never shake your babies, daddy -- da da da
never shake your babies, baby, na na na

never shake your babies -- take a walk around the block
never shake your babies -- never shake your babies
never shake your babies -- never shake your babies
never shake your babies
let the babies rock
©2012 Gary Ottoson 




Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Can you live without swiveling your hips?

All you really have is so much time
Your dry spaces flood the bay
You can lend a bum a dime
Rivers moving night and day
I know you're current with your currency 
I believe he'd rather have some place to stay

Near the party underground you condescend
Chambers cool damp and gray
Chiseled finely out of stone
The last invoice you'll ever pay
I am opening a letter to your friends
This will have to do for now you say

Carry on Your thought is in my head

Delay but in a numbered day
He's seeing that our grave is clean
All power brushes off the clay
His spirit innervates the dead
You can't keep this rock 'n roll away
You can't keep this rock 'n roll away
©2012 Gary Ottoson 





Sunday, March 4, 2012

A Sixty Second Stop Watch

This age rolls up for the enemies of
some temporary nondescripts--
If your seconds seem punctiliar to you
I'd agree the waking moment slips
into years--
Into measured drops wet sea change minutes drip--
Short clips of in now to when over again waves of circling currents flip

Rips eternity into present tense everlasting existential trips
Streaming futures through one now in our hour of man sunships eclipse
Our hour glass the hand of God once tips 
©2012 Gary Ottoson






Sunday, February 5, 2012

Patriot Blues in the Land of the Giants














Fantasy grows on old cheese heads like mold
Stock money in rolls fresh printed line-graphed
But Giants unseen from the Light of pure gold
are poising to punish such kingdoms and craft

Moments ago, it seems like forever
Regime change so swift while the patriots slept
Lead balls in their eyelids heavy as leather
The party is over adeptly stealth crept

The Giants are rushing! Paul Revere crying
'No patriot comes to the rescue half c(r)ocked'
Their best defense offense - lithely are flying
blue angels Heavens pour vials unlocked!

'Is it mustard gas? Never, but risen the yeast
of the new kingdom rising,' says I am the Bread
Lightening flesh flashing Lamb bolts from the East
From tombs and the catacombs come forth the dead

To the great hall of David stream Giants and laughing
proposing us toasts with the Father and Son
A bride smelling roses with her Spirit, she's dancing
and a Baptist is preaching his head off for fun
©2012 Gary Ottoson | To Justin Tuck

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Feb. 6, 2012

<<.. Giants .. opened the scoring by forcing Brady, packed into his end zone with Justin Tuck giving chase..>>    
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<<.. pressure that made him throw it away..>>  
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<<.. Giants out with a 2-0 lead. Then.. three tackles, two more quarterback sacks, three quarterback hits.. >>
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<<..Giants knew .. Tuck ruled..>>
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