an uncontrollable whimsy

"an uncontrollable whimsy"

an uncontrollable whimsy
today leaped out of my chest
my ribs aren't altogether flimsy
mere nuisances at best

it drove me down like pools
that circle down the bowl
to where the earth is cool
missing the light we stole

and frantic fuck-ups best describe
how loathsome skeletons rome
keeps the wand'ring strangled tribe
from guilt and fear and home

it's not that i find myself that dim see -
dull would pale and bright confess
but still an uncontrollable whimsy
is a whimsy nonetheless

so pack your bags off to the moon
although i cannot take you
i would pray you there and be your boon
and just as soon forsake you

so don't trust men with constitutions -
stalwart, sound or flimsy
Free shouldn't balance on resolution
of an uncontrollable whimsy

March 18, 2004
Copyright J.S. LeBoeuf 2004

rock star

"rock star"

in another life i might have been a rock
too tired to move
too big to be ignored
and someone painted me blue

in another life i might have been a star
too bright to die
too far to see
and someone overlooked me

in another life i might have been a rock star
too high to come down
too loved to ever love
and someone painted over me

March 17, 2004
Copyright J.S. LeBoeuf 2004

a prayer

"a prayer"

God is a machine in the sky
wondering why we don't wonder why
and angels sing somewhere on high
proliferating the savage lie.

A shielded beach for withered seeds
waits for roses and the weeds
to praise the Sun with bitter creeds
'till seafoam cures their purest needs.

The crazy happy walk the street
selling smiles to those they meet
their soles are red beneath their feet
from sores that science cannot treat.

And this is how i find the lie
that tells me that i'll never die
just send your money with a cry
to God's machinery in the sky.

March 17, 2004
Copyright J.S. LeBoeuf 2004

let's find them husbands

"let's find them husbands"

let's not set them free
let's not let them be
let's not let them see
let's not give them me
let's not give them hands
let's not give them land
let's not take demands
let's give them a man
let's not give them much
let's not give them touch
let's not have it such
let's give them a crutch
let's give them a stay
let's give them a way
let's give them away.

March 16, 2004
Copyright J.S. LeBoeuf 2004

i have a dog

"i have a dog"

i have a headache
in my shoe
i have a dog
or at least i used to

i have a stick
in my hand
i can hit you with it
i am a man

i have a god
in a book
i can close it whenever
i don't want to look

i have a devil
in my pants
i let him roam free
when i get the chance

i have a head
in between shoulders
where God and the Devil
sit and get older

i have a headache
in my shoe
i have a soul
or at least i used to

March 16, 2004
Copyright J.S. LeBoeuf 2004

an office for a cow

"an office for a cow"

creation and dilution
the arbitrary solution
counterweight a dictatorship
with dollar signs and citizenscool the pot that's on the fire
let's all build the funeral pyre
will a phoenix rise from the Bush
and begin anew with nature's rush?
can we find an Atlas in burning brooks,
oil-slicked beaches and empty crooks?
can we build diseases for remedies?
prosthetic legs for broken knees?
can we hire killers to fix the poor
and rewrite history we should ignore?
can we give until the rich are sore
or take until there are no poor?
can we make smiling, burning new inventions
smarter bombs with good intentions
and talking monkeys waging war
to get us where we were before
where peace is seldom, thank the Lord
and Love, more than we can afford
i think i thought that yesterday
i heard my television say
"Don't worry about all that today.
It doesn't affect you anyway."

March 16, 2004
Copyright J.S. LeBoeuf 2004

a beautiful amber dream

"a beautiful amber dream"

it seems like a simple task
just being
and is it so much to ask
just seeing

but sometimes i find it hard
to be
that person so heavily scarred -
it's me

a beautiful amber dream
a loving mother's touch
disintigrating into screams
we come to love so much

bring an axe and a table
so you can get along
i'll help if i am able
let me sing a song

thank you Jesus
thank you God
forgive me all my sins
wash away my iniquity
so i can start again.

March 16, 2004
Copyright J.S. LeBoeuf 2004

introductions, disclaimers and other errata

This blog was created in 2003 and was originally intended to be a sounding board for various accomplishments and miscellaneous tombfoolery.

I'm reclaiming it effective immediately and re-dedicating it to warehousing my literary works. I'm more than happy to let it serve the dual function of being a sounding board as well - so if anyone has an opinion about anything posted here, please feel free to share. Constructive criticism is, of course, always welcome, but if you feel the need to just flat out flame me, please only use the most offending language, slanderous challenges to my manhood and talents as a writer.

Most of the works I will be posting will be short works, poems and the like. These are artistic works (or at least they arguably are - hehe) of an oftentimes somewhat troubled young person. That said, they may contain language that parents might not find suitable for viewing by children, so there's my disclaimer.

Moreover, my original works that I post here are subject to copyright and consequently I reserve all rights to any of my own works of authorship posted.