Shower Song

I did this over ten years ago, off the top of my head, with only a few memorized lyrics.  This is one of my only poems EVER with course language. I shared the recording with brand new colleagues.  Mistake.  What may be the bigger mistake is the reaction and interpretation people have had.  This may be the piece which created so much stigma, as to draw fire.  Really it is mostly subconscious rambling, with a very much less than accurate reflection of my actual behavior, experience and true values, although it is clearly in the undercurrent.  It is heavy metal poetry, not all real life.  It is not sexist.  It is not depraved.  If that is how people have interpreted it, then shame on them. Get your mind out of the gutter.

12:59 Shower

For the last challenge,

You will have a ice cold shower…

An ice cold shower?

An ice cold shower…

Freezing cold winter rain causing subliminal pain,

Burning hot summer heat, wipes you off your frickin feet, hey,

Translucent white of the ashes,

Flying from the volcano, in the heart of the city,

Industrial pipes billowing smoke clouds that drip on you every day,

And they burn through your skin,

And your place in the city is just too close to the city,

Watch the rain as it comes down fast,

You can see the faces of the under-known,

Watch the clouds as they pass on by,

You can see the faces of the other silent watchers,

On the other silent planet, with the other silent,

Traces of time on the edge of your moment,

Makes you feel like you shouldn’t have ever known it,

I can’t believe what has happened…

To the place where I used to be in the most,

Desperate change to the need in your reach,

The conversation having you, is having you beat,

You can’t understand why there looking down on you like that,

Looking up into the sky,

It makes me wonder why,

I’m thinking all the time that there is going to be some saving grace,

And you just let the reflections of God, given to you,

And let you receive, unto this beneficial bullshit,

Pinned down by the man,

The one that’s up above,

Staring at you like you are just a little piece of work,

That needs some seasoning, you frickin little jerk,

And then you see the idle eyes,

Are in the brain and in the skies,

You know that he is really,


Connected to you,

Through some passage,

Through some thought,

Through some subconscious pathway,

Fucking bullshit.





How the hell do you expect to receive it by standing on your porch?

Your porch is underground,

Oh taste the fresh, or just confess good,

I want to see Frankenstein, growing in this,

But that I can tell ya, that I can tell what I say,

He’s chasing the other dream,

He has thoughts and he has feelings,

She is right and she’s believing,

No one can be cooking more than me,

Oh we have iodized, idealized precision,

And we just know that one thing to do is every day,

Make your decision,

Pitter patter, let’s get at ‘er,

Pitter patter, it’s pouring outside,

That’s not pitter patter – that’s rapid torrential thumping,

It’s raining outside, but it’s kind of intermittent,

While yesterday’s massive storm left me drenched,

It seems the calm can be refreshed,

and we can leave the daily mess,

But you were twisting your words like a wrench,

Intermittent intimate,

Enter, enter, intermittent intimate,

Intermittent intimate,

What I say,

Well it’s nice out outside,

And it’s finally subsided,

And the calm can be refreshed every day,

Is seems the skin that is burning is from your yearning,

And we make it through just this way,

Intermittent intimate,

Intermittent intimate,

Oh kitten, Intermittent,

I meant it all baby,

Constant refusal is kind of amusing,

I can’t stand it any fucking more,

You want to get down with the sound of your feeling,

But there’s nowhere to go when you’re sore,

Chase the ace…

Oh, she’s sweet…

Take, the last, breath of the day,

12:59 How ya feeling, Fine,

That’s alright – How are you?

We all doing alright just to know that you’re good,

And you know what to do,

Save your last,

Charm yourself,

Charm the rest,

Pass the test,

Take it again, if you don’t make it,

Constant improvement of your soul,

Through passing, and failing, and changing,




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