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for charles moore


There is something
about the American
mind

set on de-
struction, re-
lent-

less, un-
penitent,
eager to bomb

There is the hatred
that fuels the A-
merican mind,

the shriveled-up
heart
the heartless

always ready
to kill
& maim

brutal
with the urge
to crush & destroy

This is where
they built Fat Boy, Mr. U-
235

& they sent
Fat Boy
to Japan

to level
Hiroshima
& Nagasaki


They love Fat Boy
they feed him the sweets
of their hearts

singing their filthy songs
into Fat Boy u-
ranium ears

& let the rest of us
eat the shit
of their hatred

of anything
or anyone
that is not them

Ah! Fat Boy
so round & ugly
so full of hate

stuffed
with the dead spirits
of the Americans

blinded
& lost
in the yucca flats



Detroit
April 9/June 1, 1982
music by Fats Navarro


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for penny


this might be
the corniest
question in the book
but baby,

if you love me &
i love you, then
why do we be having
some other peoples

on the side? i know it s
you i want so
desperately, but if i can't see you
cuz you with someone else

or it's just too hard to get a-
long wit  you, then even before
my blood stops boiling i
pick up the phone & call some-

body else so how can i be so
mad wit  you
when i m out here
double dealing

on my own? if it's just money
that keeps us apart, or all the kids
we got between us, then
why can t we make

the most of it
with each other, & put
the good parts
where they belong, the two of us

together yr legs
around my back,
yr sweet brown body
sh-sh-sh-shaking in my arms



detroit
may 26, 1982
after percy mayfield


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for henry normile, bradley jones & bob righteous  rudnick


we have a right to our bad habits
& if we want to blow our minds
or fuck up our lives, shoot dope
or smoke cocaine,

if we want to eat too much meat,
sit around all day & watch t.v.,
stay up all night listening to music
by charlie parker & screamin  jay hawkins,

if we want to walk around naked,
fuck our eyes out,
eat some pussy or suck a cock,
take it up the ass, get our nuts off

700 times a day,
lay around & drink whiskey,
bet on games, shoot dice,
sell some pussy on the street,

if we want to gamble in casinos
or spend our money in a whorehouse,
give the president a blow job
in his big chair in the white house,

walk around the streets
with all our belongings in little bags,
sleep in doorways,
piss in the gutter,

if we want to sleep away the day
& never answer the telephone,
take every meal in restaurants & bars
& never exercise,

& if it comes to the end
of the line for us, we have every right
to blow our motherfucking brains out
or jump off the bridge

or take ourselves away from here
any way we might want to, then baby please,
we got a right to our final choices
& it ain't nobody bizness if we do



harmonie park, detroit
august 6 & 10, 1988/
new orleans
august 1998


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for kenny schooner


stagger down overgrown sidewalks
of memory. giving hand &
giggling. (earth angel, how i long

for you. where you been, all these
years. Johnny Ace, with a hole
in his head. where you gwine,

Ivory Joe? or those stupid white
imitations, the Crewcuts, jive Pat
Boone, stealin  their songs. Shh-

Boom. Two Hearts. Chuck Berry,
Jimmy Reed. I walk 47 miles
of barb wire. I use a cobra snake

for a neck tie. I got a bran/new house
by the road side, made from
rattle snake hide.  O you really

really send me, baby, you
got to go fo me or I ll
beat yo ass. who

do you love. (weird lullabies. broken
hearts.  long long &
lonely nights. for your

precious love, I wd have drank
gasoline, & all I wanted
was a little water. where I came from,

mysterious ofays of the imagi-
nation. why you aren t here
with me, old gang, beer

drinkers, bull
shitters. where
did you go?



detroit
march 16, 1965
after leroi jones


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or why not say
pig, as say
roland kirk plays on that
mingus side (oh yeah) where he
roots like one 

YEAH YEAH YEAH
root root root for the
home team

or horse, as all the cow
boys rode into town, drinking root
beer & eating steer
burgers

YUM YUM YUM
good for the tum-mee

horse, cow, pig, it's a
grand old time at the cow
palace 1964 the re-
publican con-
vention

YOW YOW YOW
we is gonna
beat em boss

chickens, ducks, geese, the
poultry scene is all a
squawk & a squabble

GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE
i m a-gonna
eat you up

back to the pasture, the
glue factory, the cow hide & go
seek game in the back

40. leather wallets & t-bone
walker. roland kirk plays
just for you.

MOO MOO MOO
this has been a
paid
political
announcement



detroit
1965


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for James Charles Heard
(October 8, 1917 September 27, 1988)


Street Beat. . .
The beat of the street!

Have you heard the way the beat
really came from the street
with Papa J.C. Heard?

He brought the beat to the stage
first with tap-dancing feet
then his drums were the rage 

He got the beat of the street
& his drums spread the word:
Papa J.C. Heard 

We heard him with Bird
before Koko , & Dizzy Gillespie
& Dexter Gordon, in 1945

out of Detroit
& the Cozy Corner Club
with Teddy Wilson's band

in 1939, before the war
& then with Benny Carter
& Cab Calloway, Coleman Hawkins,

Duke, Count Basie, Woody Herman,
Louis Armstrong, Jazz
At The Philharmonic,

J.C. Heard
helped set the pace
for the second half

of the 20th century,
he created the guideline
for drummers

who have come after him,
Dizzy said, he was a member
of the drum triumvirate

along with Kenny Clarke, who in-
vented bebop drumming,
& Max Roach. He was the most

prolific of drummers. He set
such high standards. His loss
is like losing Charlie Parker,

or Kenny [Clarke]. He made
thousands of records,
thousands.  J.C. Heard

traveled the world,
lived five years in Japan,
married Hiroko & came back

to stay
in Las Vegas & L.A.,
then returned to Detroit

to play
starting in 1966 he came to play
after his contribution

had been forgotten, he came to play
& made the whole world
listen,

Papa J.C. Heard
brought us the word
& the beat of the street,

for 20 years
we got it all, especially the sound
of his Detroit bebop big band

& the way he made it
swing,
that was the thing

about J.C. Heard,
he made it swing,
he gave us everything

& now he's gone, but like they say
he went out swinging,
Papa J.C., swinging all the way 


Harmonie Park, Detroit
October 18, 1988


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burlington, vermont
1999


The first 11 poems in this collection may be heard on the album
FULL CIRCLE by John Sinclair & His Blues Scholars Featuring Wayne Kramer
Alive Records CD0023
Produced by Wayne Kramer & John Sinclair

BONUS CUTS:

Some of These Days 
from Mammoth Records CD 35498-0179-2
SONGS FOR ROSETTA
John Sinclair with Jas. Mathus & the Knockdown Society
Produced by Jas. Mathus

 Scuze Me While I Kiss The Sky 
from Blues Interactions PCD 2827 [Japan]
P-FUNK GUITAR ARMY: TRIBUTES TO JIMI HENDRIX, VOL. 1
and URBAN ROOTS: Cutting Edge Music Conference 1998 [New Orleans]
John Sinclair & Ras Kente
Produced by George Clinton

friday the 13th 
from Alive/Total Energy Records 10  LP 0010/10
FRIDAY THE 13TH John Sinclair with Wayne Kramer
Produced by John Sinclair, Wayne Kramer & Patrick Boissel

i surrender, dear 
from Mesechabe #16 Cassette
WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE: MESECHABE AUDIO MAGAZINE
John Sinclair & Ed Moss
Produced by John Sinclair


Doctor Blues , Shake Em On Down , Decoration Day , Some of These Days 
from Fattening Frogs For Snakes: Delta Sound Suite

I Talk To The Spirits  from Song Of Praise: Homage to John Coltrane

monk in orbit , friday the 13th , i surrender, dear  from thelonious: a book of monk


All Texts and This Collection (c) 1999 John Sinclair. All Rights Reserved.

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"i surrender, dear"

for penny


no matter what
i might do
to get you off my mind
you just won't leave the premises

& i don't know how to make it
any clearer, you been
gone so long
that i should be done got

over you by now
but no, there you are
in every motherfucking song
that enters my brain, every day

i want to call you
on the phone & tell you
i love you
in so many words like that,

i can't live without you,
let's get back together,
i want to marry you
& stay with you

for the rest of my life,
let's move to new orleans
& leave this place behind,
i'll be true to you

like i was so long
when we were together,
i don't want no-one else
as long as i have you,

these are the words
i wish i could say, but my pride
& the hard times we had
make me hold my tongue,

when you put me
out i swore
there'd be no more going back
& i been trying to make it

without you so long
that it's driving me crazy,
no buts & no maybes,
do you want me back,

can you live without me,
shouldn't we be together,
can't we just swallow our foolish pride
& stop questioning everything

& face the facts for real 
you & me together,
baby, all ways
you & me--

i surrender dear



harmonie park
detroit
may 21, 1988


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friday the thirteenth 

for mike liebler


any day
can be the lucky one,
or the one with your number

written all over it, 123
507 in the poet's case,
walking out

the front door
of the penitentiary,
8:30 p.m.

fourteen years ago today,
two times 7 years the cycle
of struggle, to make it through

in one piece, on the yard
or in these streets, anyone
who can pick up a frying pan

owns death,  burroughs said,
& sometime in new york city
coming back from the recording studio

walking up to his front door,
john lennon with a gun
stuck in his face,

oh,
oh, sweet giant of song,
with heart of huge dimension

& eyes deep in the sky,
there has to be a day
when each of us must pass

beyond this tedious sphere,
to enter some wondrous place
of which we do not know

whether we're ready or not,
some other place or space
out of time

where no punk with a weapon
will ever press you again
or blow off your face

out of the depths
of his madness, no one
will hold us

against our will
in a cell with bars in front
& back, 6 feet by 4 feet

by 8 feet high,
no one will take us
out of our natural lives

& send us away from here
by means of some murderous fantasy
in which we are denied

everything we have lived for 
oh please let us die
at the end of our own time

& not before, free
in our world of strife,
let us have life

as long as we can
& please, let there be men
like monk & john lennon

to share of their hearts
& light up our ways
as long as we may live



detroit
friday, december 13/
december 30, 1985


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for Jimi Hendrix


Up from the skies
over Seattle
like a Boeing jet
out of Mississippi,

guitar blazing fire
out of Elmore James
& Muddy Waters, Chuck Berry
& Little Richard,

taking stage after stage
back & forth across the country,
laying it down for the Queen
of Rock & Roll,

then it's Jimmy James & his Jammers
at the Cafe Wha
in New York City,
Greenwich Village stylee,

guitar paratrooper
dropping from the skies over America
with the bomb
in his front pocket

& Miles Davis
on the phone, Gil Evans
listening
& taking notes,

Every guitar player
in England & America
tuned in to his frequencies
for everything they re worth 

Jimi Hendrix, baby,
blowing up the music
into something as vast
as the inside of his head,

fitting the music
around his pounding heart
& the explosions going off
inside his nerve endings,

the colors on the wall,
on his back & in-
side his cranium, the colors
of all colors,

colors of rhythm,
colors of blues,
colors of guitar string
& Marshall amplifiers

stacked up high
over his head,
colors of explosions
& bombs bursting in air,

Jimi changed the music
forever, in so
many different ways,
he changed the music

like it's never been changed
in all the years since, he took the colors
of everything in life
& put them right in the music

where they belong
& made it sing colors
without end, kissing the sky
again & again & again



Ursulines Street
New Orleans
February 17, 1994


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