christmas and the needle

Klaus J. Gerken

away in a manger
in an alley below
a girl’s giving birth
in the ice and the snow
her hair is disheveled
she has no warm clothes
needle marks bleeding
as the morning star rose

merry christmas merry christmas
life is so good
the scent of warm garbage
is inviting as food
she screams and she suffers
god wants it that way
he made eve to suffer
for curiosity’s sake

the streets are deserted
the children awake
to gifts santa brought them
while in bed they slept safe
no joy in the alley
her child lies blue dead
she wraps him in paper
and stumbles in dread

merry christmas merry christmas
a savior is born
in a night of desertion
in a poor part of town
she stumbles to her dealer
she begs for some drugs
he tells her to get busy
“find someone who lusts”

they find her in a snowbank
a crumpled up heap
“another statistic”
says the cop on the beat
“what a great tragedy”
the papers report
no one claims the bodies
“Jesus comforts”

kjg 427am 26 dec 2014

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Cultured

Klaus J. Gerken
he travels to italy
and eats pizza and spaghetti
he travels to france
and orders hamburger and
french fries (he’s in
france after all!)
he travels to england
and doesn’t know what to order
“they’re so strange over there
they have nothing we eat here”
he travels to las vegas and says
“what a fantastic place!
they have delicious food
from all over the world!”

kjg 550pm 5 dec 2014

The Rose

Klaus J. Gerken

i cannot deny an arrangement
that shattered what dead men reveal
the living can no more reclaim it
than a raft could be made out of steel
it’s the tale of an angel that wandered
from the realms of the heavens to hell
were this angel not love i’d deny her
for she left me alone when i fell

i stumbled upon a commitment
which made her and i into one
body and soul knit together
tight as the tightest of bonds
but somehow through time’s interaction
somehow through love that was lost
somehow through greed and it’s savior
we bargained and ventured the cost

the night is as dark as it’s ugly
the bed is surprisingly cruel
no blanket to warm this reaction
no lover to wake up this fool
the dream of a rose turns to anger
when the rosebushes gather a crown
and this madman adrift on a feather
swallows his pride just to drown

a broken love
a token love
a flavour of what has been lost
tell me my love
what is above
and what is revealed in the frost?

Copyright (c) 1989 Klaus J. Gerken

The Spirit of CATHAR

Klaus J. Gerken

Sheep graze on the hill below Montsegur
Not far from where the martyrs prayed
The shepherd does not wonder much
about the place: he knows. He says:
‘It was after all my friends and family
‘who died in flames before the dogs.
‘I still retain no love for catholics.
‘I am cathar. My life is in these hills.

‘I sometimes, when the sheep are grazing
‘walk into the citadel and early in the morning
‘when the dew is fresh and air is crisp
‘I can hear the whispering, and these poor souls
‘surround you, telling of the horror
‘and the martyrdom the goodmen faced.’

Copyright (c) 1992 Klaus J. Gerken

Epic Poem

Found my 1967 manuscript of an unfinished epic poem I was writing then called “Modigliani”. I complete 31 pages and 1000 lines. Here’s part of the first page.

Epic Poem

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Bitter

 

Klaus J. Gerken

ah i see so many out there
who don’t understand
i am afraid for the world
it’s out of control
the republicans have the senate
and obama’s drowning on appeal
the slaughter of innocents continues
and fear is rampant everywhere
the beautiful people are all gone
or have become slaves of the dalai lama
i am not one to offer a solution
if a song would do i’d gladly sing it
but i am old and wrinkled
and youth must plow the soil themselves
to plant the seeds of tomorrow
there is nothing more for me to say
the truth i have discovered no one wants to hear
and that’s a blessing in disguise
for those who take comfort in the wise

kjg 450am 7 nov 2014

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THE GIRLS OF GLADSTONE

Klaus J. Gerken

The girls of Gladstone
Never give their wares away
The girls of Gladstone
Walk the streets both night and day
The girls of Gladstone
Read you like an open book
The girls of Gladstone
Are quick to catch a knowing look

The girls of Gladstone
Are beautiful and always fair
The girls of Gladstone
Have money braided in their hair
The girls of Gladstone
Grant the deepest lost desires
The girls of Gladstone
Caress you like an open fire

Every now and then they say they care
Every now and then you try to believe them
Every now and then they really do
But they leave you in some alley at the foot of no return

The girls of Gladstone
Open up their wounds to you
The girls of Gladstone
Know the pain that love accrues
The girls of Gladstone
Willingly compute the cost
The girls of Gladstone
Know what they have won or lost

The girls of Gladstone
Step upon the stones of time
The girls of Gladstone
Know the truth is only lies
The girls of Gladstone
Ratify each deal you make
The girls of Gladstone
Steal and then return your faith

Every now and then they say they care
Every now and then you try to believe them
Every now and then they really do
But they leave you in some alley at the foot of no return

27 Aug 99

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