I WON'T MARRY HER
Blonde Jodi, sexy teddybear
makes me laugh and shed a tear.
I want to be with her I swear,
but I won't marry her.
Indy bedroom banshee Pam
was mine from the first typed word.
Sometimes our desires went WHAM!
But I won't marry her.
A doe is brunette sweetie R
who trusts and loves me dear.
Took o'er a day to drive up there,
but I won't marry her.
Georgia Kerri has a house;
will be a millionaire.
She says that she will come for me
but I won't marry her.
Committment's alien to me;
bachelor will I stay.
"How happy either could make me
if they both went away."
Groucho said it.
Daniel lives it.
Daniel Grey Taylor
Dianne (Till the Real Thing - Waller)
Doesn't send me cards
seldom writes, won't call.
Can't possibly be
Daniel's catnip tea;
she just is that's all.
Never says the words,
just gives me a look;
smiles as if she's read
the page in my book,
"Dedicated to...."
Years later we stand
elbows on a fence.
I yell,"It's playtime!
My twice a year lance!"
She then looks at me,
crinkles nose and grins,
"ANNUAL SEMI LANCE?"
Genuine Dianne:
A three ring circus
Where dwarves run amok.
Daniel Grey Taylor
TIFFANI
1
Her leaving Friday affected me
much the same as a tree you'd see;
which , when it is sawed clean thru
looks the same for a moment or two,
then falls, no longer a tree at all;
but dismembered parts in search of glue
that made it stand majestic and true.
2
Fought depression with sleep, and in between naps,
it came to me that maybe, perhaps
a call with all of my eloquent charms
would make her, no doubt, rush back to my arms.
When twelve rings had passed, it came to me
that the two parts of"us" were not meant to be
(the fate of disjointed reverie).
3
Bravado transformed into doubt, hate and fear
(Misguided love's version of Three Musketeers).
How could my angel have so much to do?
Hadn't she vowed to stay Saturday thru?
Maybe my all-encompassing vows
had no real place in the here and now
(love sometimes grows so selfish you know).
4
Doubt and fear left, then hate did its turn,
kindled, smouldered, flickered and burned.
I'll do with her as I've done in the past;.
I'll cut her off quickly-be silent so fast,
she'll wonder why friendship so sudden passed.
(Could these cruel thoughts so instantly be
uttered by someone as in love as me?)
5
Cleaned up the motel room, almost at the door;
took one last look and there on the floor
by the bed lay blue boxers that she had loaned me
in an effort to cover my modesty.
Just then I grinned a wicked grin,
put them on, and one of life's truths floated in.
For two days we BLAZED, though away she did run;
why wail for her heart? Her loins are more fun.
Daniel Grey Taylor
Duet (Walking Shoes- Gerry Mulligan)
Listening to jazz (as I often do)
last nite, Walking Shoes in particular
suddenly impressed me how similar
we are to the two central artists.
Sometimes saxophone hops croakingly from
groups of lillypad notes. Staccato trumpet
bursts soar majestically, seemingly free
of every dimension but sound. Hearing
them bending two headstrong instruments
to melody's will was sweetest of all.
Daniel Grey Taylor
APRIL 12TH, 1980 (Just an Hour of Love - Frankie Trumbauer)
We turtle to the concert exit.
sharing a lingering kiss
in an aloha embrace.
Several steps farther,
I turn for one last look
but she's disappeared!
Lisa Price was my first lover.
She was "Thelonius" , "Bird" , and "Train".
Sweeter and purer
than a Beiderbecke solo,
her leaving hit me harder
than Marciano hit Walcott in '52.
20 year old memories of her
come in bits and pieces;
slightly hooked nose,
melting smile,
soft blonde hair
smelling faintly of strawberries.
Sometimes in middle age's distorted reflections
she becomes a figment of my imagination.
My heart never forgot Lisaand OH how it tried),
first courier
of two painful lessons.
No sex is free;
No pleasure without Price.
Daniel Grey Taylor
Ode to an Ex
Have people ever told you
How adorable you look?
And how your laughter bubbles
As the water in a brook?
Have they said how much better
Your assurance makes them feel?
Your warmth, your charm,
Your wittiness, and missionary zeal?
How when you enter any room
All hearts beat so much faster?
Perhaps you never heard these words
'Cause you're a rotten bastard.
Daniel Taylor
MISCELLANEOUS
What Are Friends For?
(for Christy during National Friendship Week)
SOMETIME BACK WHEN WE WERE KIDS,
YOU WHIPPED MY BOTTOM DAILY.
MADE NO DIFFERENCE WHAT I DID,
YOU GAVE ME BRUISES GAILY.
IN SCHOOL YOU STOLE A PHYSICS TEST,
TO GET AN EASY A
YOU SNUCK A COPY IN MY VEST,
AND I GOT BOUNCED NEXT DAY.
BUT NOW YOU'RE IN THE DAILY NEWS
DURING NATIONAL FRIENDSHIP WEEK.
ON PAGE ONE HAVING SO MUCH FUN
IN DRAG SODOMIZING A SHEEP.
I wonder who sent the pictures.....<g>
Daniel Grey Taylor