Guest poem submitted by Prashanth Pappu:
(Poem #1353) Things I miss the most
I don't mind the quiet Or the lonely nights I don't miss the funky attitudes And I don't miss the fights I lie on the couch till suppertime And hunker down and read the Post And that's when I remember the things I miss the most: The talk The sex Somebody to trust The Audi TT The house on the Vineyard The house on the gulf coast These are the things I miss the most I kinda like frying up My sad cuisine Gettin' in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine But sometimes in the corner of my eye I see that adorable ghost And then ba-boom I remember the things I miss the most The talk The sex Somebody to trust The comfy Eames chair The good copper pans The '54 Strat These are the things I miss the most I had a little birdy friend By morning she was gone Birdy good-bye Birdy bye-bye I'm learning how to meditate So far so good I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood The days really don't last forever But it's getting pretty damn close And that's when I remember the things I miss the most: The talk The sex Somebody to trust The Audi TT The house on the Vineyard The house on the gulf coast These are the things I miss the most.
The minstrels poem on September 16th ("Things I Didn't Know I Loved") reminded me of this Steely Dan song from their new album ("Everything Must Go"). I was a little unsure about sending in the lyrics of a Steely Dan song. But then, I found two other songs by Steely Dan - "Charlie Freak" (Poem #921) and "Chain Lighting" (Poem #965) on Minstrels. Steely Dan's songs more often than not are misty stories of scheming husbands ("Gaslighting Abbie"), divorcees ("Things I miss the most"), stalkers ("Lunch with Gina") and voyeurs ("Cousin Dupree"). The lyrics unapologetically twine the banal and the personal to create cheerless imagery and are replete with dark humour, cryptic innuendo, verbal sophism and even cheap wisecracks. The duo (Donald Fagen and Walter Becker) of Steely Dan are themselves the epitome of unflappable cool, the wisecracking losers who in spite of their affected stance endear themselves to their fans because of the genuine lack of artifice in their works. Every new Steely Dan song is clinically dissected and examined by their devoted minions at http://www.feverdreams.net - Prashanth