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A Bunch'a GymPoems On One Page by Jim Nasium
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Back Street Water Front
Misoneism
Pizzicato
Silently They Waited
Pianissimo
A Trip Thru The Night
They Work Together
The Four Season's
Life Savers
Pissoir
When He Gets Older
Ten Again



Back Street Water Front


Back Street Water front Darkness
A Poem To My Philadelphia

I took a trip dowtown
to back street water front darkness
alone I am not afraid
the silence broken only by
an occasional wave hitting the dock
I look over at the clock
they are late
we have done this before
they know I will wait

bag of money stashed nearby
where I can keep my eye
locked in on it...
who knows what shit they have planned
so I keep my hand on my gun
no time for fun...

sea gulls fly in the black sky
I hear a siren and I know why
they didn't show... I'd better go
so I run...
in one hand the money
the other my gun

The plans made will have to wait
I'm out'a here I won't hesitate
to call "their Boss" and file my complaint
about his two runners
now there are police gunners
walkin' back street water front darkness
looking for me...

I am no longer there
nothing is what they'll see
oh what I almost did
thank God I remain free
if I told ya any more
of later that night and the whore
and the runners knockin' at the door
begging me for one more, chance
I think I would just bore
you, so I will tell you this
if you can't be good...
be careful
1999 Jim Nasium

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Misoneism


Misoneism

Many years have passed now
since last he had been there
and even though he knew where he was
he felt the misoneism taking over

nothing was as he remembered it...
they were the same people
and yes, this was the same town
but now, somehow, it just wasn't the same

The home he had lived in
many years ago was now gone
the roads that were only foot path's
then, were now all paved

The children he would play with
out in the hot afternoon sun
so many years ago, were now full grown
with children of their own

He knew where he was
but yet nothing was the same
and he felt sick as the misoneism
over took him, and he forgot his own name

Could he somehow capture the memories again
just as he recalled them then
before the misoneism took over his soul
or would he forever feel this uncertainty

Nothing last for ever
sooner or later everything will change
but why did it have to happen
his memories had to rearrange

to accept all that is new here
try to swallow the pain
trying to deal with the felling
of misoneism in his brain

1997 Jim Nasium

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Pizzicato


she still plays me
she plays with my heart
she makes music with it
she has from the start

she will sing along to the music
played by plucking rather than bowing my strings
she expects me to know the words
that she makes up, and everything

the pizzicato note or passage
played a new each day
it's all too much for me
I have no chance to say

that I am not her boy toy
I can not be her slave
I am nobody's nurse
I just wanna misbehave

I want to go and do
all the things that I used to do
I can only hope that one'a these nights
she'll want to do them too

I have no idea why she
had to toy with the strings of my heart
she thinks this is all too funny
I think it sad, I have right from the start

because she loves to play me
she plays the strings of my heart
she makes music with them
and sings along, as I fall apart
1998 Jim Nasium

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Silently They Waited



Silently they waited
down there by the dock
the sound of the waves crashing
and the ticking of the clock
were the only sounds that they heard
as they stood there waiting for me
that cold wet night, on the dock,
down by the sea

I knew I had to be there
just as the clock struck ten
I knew they wouldn't wait for me
after all they were not my friends
I rushed to make my way that night
throught the dark, in the thick wet fog
I tripped and slipped, got all wet,
when I fell into the bog

Later when they met me
they took one look at me
they didn't care that I was wet
they only wanted the money
as they handed me the black bag
I handed them the cash
later when I got home
I broke out in a rash

Something in the water
that had laid in the bog
or maybe it was something
that was in the fog
had just done something
very strange to me
my skin was turning colors
how could this be

Looking in my big black bag
I really didn't care
about the rash that was on my skin
or about my itchy hair
all I really wanted
was what was in that bag
I wonder do you understand
I am not one to brag

but I did very well that night
out there on the dock
listening to the wave crash
and the ticking of the clock

1998 Jim Nasium

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Pianissimo


The piano man
played with one hand
in an pianissimo style
all the while
we danced...

his other hand pointed the way
he wanted us to go
he wanted us to follow his music
he wanted us to dance

directional music or not
we danced and followed his music
till we forgot
what time it was

The moonlights shadow moved along with us
as we danced to the directional tune
with each step, spin, or twirl we took
the directional sound of the pianissimo tune
was our only guide

the pianissimo tune guided us
now, unable to see his pointing finger
followed only by the moon light
into unknown directions
free to dance

1998 Jim Nasium

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A Trip Thru The Night


I took a trip thru the night
Just to get here, to be with you
Dusty narrow roads
Paved with pot holes winding through
Andean mountain peaks
Needing to be crossed

Rivers below bamboo bridges
seem to call to me
Waiting, wanting me to join them
Black waters run near by
None for the dust, none for me...

I wrap your silken scarf 'round my face
In a back seat windowless bus
I gotta get out'a here
Away from all'a this white dust
Yes, I know I must...
Find something new to do
That's why I took a trip thru the night
Just to get here
To be with you..

We sat there and smoked
for three days one night
Under the Andean moonlight
The now cooked-up white dust
What'a site we were that night
Our bellies were empty, we didn't feel at all right
We decided there was only one thing to do
So we packed up our bags
Got on a bus, went south, to Peru
The Year was 1974
I can't remember much more...

1998 Jim Nasium

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They Work Together


they work together
from dawn to dusk
they get all dirty
and smell like musk

tired when the setting sun
tells them both the day is done
another day another dollar
ya ought'a hear 'em scream and holler

day after day it's the same old things
for these two, the Concrete Kings
but with pockets full of fresh earned dough
they are happy, don't ya know...

as they drive home in their trucks
thinking silently that this life sucks
yet it is the the thing they do
yes this poem is all too true...
1998 Jim Nasium

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The Four Season's


Winter comes fast and goes so slow
it's really not my friend
ya know that I look forward to
the spring of the year again

Springs the time I like the most
so I go out and enjoy, and toast
the promise that the spring buds bring
soon will be summer time again

summer time for me you see
has always been the best of all
I do my concrete work in the summer
and straight through to the fall

then comes fall and I get so blue
cause I know what it is that I gott'a do
get myself ready for winter weather it's true
and wish the summer a fond ado'

each season to me is special
and each in it's own way
I like living here with four season's
and don't have much more to say
1998 Jim Nasium

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Life Savers


I got a roll of life savers
from a friend just the other day
and every time I open it
another bad memory goes away
As I am sucking on
the flavor that I found
I feel the candy getting smaller
then when it goes down

It seems to take another
bad memory away of you
all the little lies you told
and the evil things you do

But trouble is with life savers
only the bad memories seem to go away

and I am stuck living forever
with the good memories every day

Now I have an empty wrapper
some paper and some foil
I'll never fall in love again
there is no one who's loyal

Why did I eat these lifesavers
what did I think they'd do
I can't believe that they are gone
and now it seems so are you...
1998 Jim Nasium

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Pissoir


I recall clearly now
walking the narrow stoned roads
of that Peruivan village high in The Andes
with the llama's and their loads

the shops and the mountains all around me
the sounds of every day life too
I was amazed and delighted
at all I saw that was new

the indians that lived there gathered in the market
here in this little town, they found
a way to contain the waste of the town folks
although it stunk as it went down

right down the center of the stone street
was a small open ditch, a drain if you will
and this drain was in fact a pissoir
although never empty it would never spill

over and run out
on the street
even though it stunk
it was pretty neat

you could just stop and
turn you back to the crowd
piss right in the pissoir
or anything ya hadda do was allowed...

woman chaning kotex's
men taking a dump
why in the hell do they live this way
I don't know... I am truely stumpped
1999 Jim Nasium

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When He Gets Older

She called me for the first time tonight
in such a very long time
she said "hello, how are you,
ya know, you've been on my mind"

I wonder what she wanted
I had no more money to give
then our son got on the phone
wanted to know why I live

so very far away from them
clear across the states
I told him it's a long story and
that telling it would have to wait

maybe some day when he is older
I will sit him near to me
and then I will tell him the story
of how it used to be

between me and his mother
the woman with fire for hair
it warms my heart to know that they
wish that I was there
1998 Jim Nasium

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Ten Again


I was with my brother's seven year old son
out riding our bikes, just havin' some fun
We went to all the places his father and I knew
as children, lookin' for something to do
and to see what ever we might see...
Just then as he was riding next to me
the sunlight reflected off'a his bicycle rim
and as I looked up and over at him
In a moment I was a kid again!
I was ten, and then
in that moment to my surprise
I was seeing through a ten year old's eyes
It was my brother and I on our bikes
not me and his son
the whole rest of the day we had a lott'a fun
And since this story is all too real
I wanted to share the way the sun made me feel
and tell you what the sun can do
yes, this really happened ... it is true!

1998 Jim Nasium

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