Marty Liboff The Venice Primer, Free Venice Beachhead, #388, February 2014 p. 9
Walking down da Venice Boardwalk
Everyday people Talk
Venice can be a Menace
Cops may kick yer Ass
Skateboards zoomin By
Everyone gettin High
Bikes running down old Ladies
Segeeways hittin babies
Some hawkin Crap
From all over the Map
Thugs stealing Stuff
Hookers selling their Muff
Movie stars and the Rich
Starvin homeless sleep in a Ditch
Ain’t it a Bitch
Dogs of all Kinds
People losin their Minds
Gang bangers Bangin
Suicides a Hangin
Pigeons and seagulls Shit
Even on Jolie and Brad Pitt
A pit bull walks with a Crook
Another tourist Took
I can write a Book
Meth, crack, Cocaine
Every drug to make ya Insane
Lost a job again
Drinkin Gin
Being homeless ain’t a Sin
Sleepin in a garbage Bin
Hippies smokin Pot
Some have and have Not
A thief sellin a bike that’s Hot
Phoney Healers
Drug Dealers
Fortune Tellers
Worthless Fellers
A crazy in the Head
Cold without a Bed
Lookin to be Fed
Until you’re found Dead
Gays & Lesbians
Screwin producers & Thespians
Loonies & nuts Yell
Yer all goin to Hell
Tourists run from their Smell
Jim Morrison singin to Charles Manson
The Beach Boys writing California Dreamin
Musicians play all Day
Krishnas & Christians Pray
Tourists Pay
If ya sleep in yer car ya can’t Stay
Hunks showin their Nuts
Sexy gals showing their Butts
While walkin ugly Mutts
Sick & in Despair
No one to Care
Is it a real Scare
Waitin for Obama Care
Beautiful empty sand & Sea
No one wants to swim in feces & Pee
Young & old Fucks
Water is 5 Bucks
Man that Sucks
Pigs beat your Head
Yell You’re better off Dead
Cause the cement’s your Bed
Some with & without Talent
Ain’t got a Cent
Can’t pay the Rent
Rent used to be a hundred Dollars
Now its 5000 Dolars
& everyone Hollers
Drummers bangin da Drum
Drunks drinkin Rum
A billionaire dancin with a Bum
Whites, blacks and Asians
Hangin out with Martians and Vegetarians
My arrest was Wrong
Just smokin a Bong
My poem is too Long
Shoulda been a Song
Venice has it All
The small & Tall
The sad & Mad
And every Fad
So just be Glad
To be Livin
Venice is Hell & Heaven
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An altared Compendium
Suggestive of greater Lesions & Sins
Once you kick in the Gears
Throw away the clutch, to understand the world aright. KR
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Marty Liboff Venice Drumbeats Free Venice Beachhead, #388, March 2014, p. 9
Abraham beats his Drum
His heartbeat drumming, drumming . . .
A rainbow of Musicians
A sunshine of instruments, drumming, drumming
Singers, singing, singing . . .
Guitars, flutes, tambourines
Abraham, drumming, drumming . . .
Vibrational Echo
Through time and Space
Music, drumming, drumming . . .
Back to our Roots
Our heartbeats, beating, beating . . .
To remember and Feel
Even for the moment, ticking, ticking . . .
Between the drumbeats, beating, beating . . .
A rainbow of souls, drumming, drumming . . .
Universal Love beating, beating . . .
Abraham drumming, drumming.
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