The Script

The script is completed for us
My Love,
It’s been scribbled,
Scratched,
Rewrite hatched,
Dictated,
Translated,
Typed and amended,
Stage directions added,
Costumes are splendid,
The actors cast,
Theatre engaged,
The budget expended
Investors aghast,
Producers enraged,
Playbills folded,
Tickets printed,
The curtain is rising at last

And yet

I forget…

I cannot for the life of me
Call up the title
And where’s our director?
With urgency vital
The overture starts
Adrenaline fear…
Dry mouth
Pounding heart
The audience is here!

Then dead in the middle
Of the opening lines
I realize
It’s time for you
(wasn’t that your cue?)

This was supposedly organized
But yet
Somehow
(I realize now)
The scenes seem scrambled
Conversations left open
The dialog ambles
The development broken
With couplets too jumbled
And mumbled, not spoken
Is this a drama,
A concert,
A dance?
Was this a tragedy,
Comedy,
A romance?
Or just ham and eggs
With you pressing my pants?

Ah well, sweet love,
Who can tell?
We’ll just swirl down the stream
On a pearly oyster shell
I’ll be Richard Burbadge
You, Hepburn, Kate
Or ourselves, ourselves,
Swinging on the garden gate
We’ll perform just like troupers,
Speaking truths, subtle lies,
No matter in what wise
We’ll simply
Extemporize
Every scene
Each verse
Third stanza
Fourth line…
No need to rehearse
We’ll have them rolling in the aisles
And leave them in tears
With no choice but to envy us
A pair without peers
This theatre, this stage
Will resound with their cheers

Our eyes briefly meet
As the curtain comes down…
Such freedom
Such wit
This pairing
This crux of existence
Sharing,
Eternal,
Diurnal,
This “us,” My Love,
We’ll savor every bit.

Jealousy

Gretchen kept two tigers tied
Left and Right they lived beside
her bed
She fed them every other day
Kept them hungry
And dismayed
Mondays she fed Left
While Right was made to watch
Tuesdays just the opposite
Miss Gretchen was debauched
They never, ever
ate together
Both controlled by Gretchen's tether
Gretchen seemed to feed upon
The tigers’ jealousy
Occasionally
She would rearrange the schedule
To feed her tigers bites of extra stress
The tension hung precariously
Until one day
Hilariously
Those tigers turned

And Gretchen was a mess

Innocent Flirtation

As you go through
Your daily “do’s”
Well, don’cha know that I can see
How that radio plays
An’ you swing and you sway
Ev’ry time ya move up
Close to me?
Yeah, well,
I don’ CARE where you’re goin’
(Lady Butterfly),
(I only hope ya get there SOON!)
Oh, oh, oh
But all along the way
You send me
Make me soooo high
An’ then you sigh, an’ say “it’s not love…”
(Lie, lie)
Ya say it ain’ real…
But I know exac’ly how u feel
This ain’ no
Innocent flirtation
Innocent Flirtation
Suggestive conversation
Tearful-earful soul evaluation
It’s the name o’the game
I been here once or twice
An’ it’s always the same…so
Let your fences down
Ya know I got you surrounded
An’ your toe is tappin’ to my beat
Ah, hah,
An’ if you must complain,
Well, I’m never gonna take the blame
‘Cause I’m tryin’ just as hard as I can
Yea, yeah,
No, baby,
I don’ sting
(but ya know I got my wings
When ya try ta say “fo’ sho’ this ain’ love!”)
(you lie, lie)
Yeah I know it’s real…
An’ I know exac’ly how you feel
This ain’ no
Innocent flirtation
Innocent flirtation
Suggestive conversation
Up-ending, eye-searching
Tearful-earful soul evaluation…
This ain’ no innocent flirtation

Happy Thanksgiving

from Johnnie,
Aphrodesia,
(his panther),
and Pheromone,
(his devoted demon wolf).

Eternal, passionate love to you...

and Peace.

Be thankful!

The Young Demoiselle and the Older Dude

Baby hangs out with da JAZZ CAT from Biscayne Bay
She like ta hang ‘cause ‘e be bops ‘er BLUES away
She dig the culture, but, really, baby, she built fo’ speed
JAZZ CAT, he can move her, an’ baby, she know JUS’ wat he needs
He got it down, this older dude,
Ancient face, but ‘is licks are all BRAN’ NEW…
(an’ he knows it, too…dat dude ain’ no fool)

They made da scene now from South Beach to da Palisades
He play da keys while she dances wit’ a swing an’ a sway…
(she bop, she bop, whoa yeah)
Dey get around, da girl an’ he,
Stroll into da room an’ like, THRILL the maitre’d…
We’ve heard it before, it ain’ nothin’ new
A young demoiselle with an older dude

There’s some innuendo that the JAZZ CAT is a little too old…
He keep baby busy, younger tom cats seem ta leave ‘er so bored an’ so cold
An’ late at night when da maestro return,
She waits by da fire,
Wrapped up in a long sable fur
We’ve heard it befo’, but what can ya do?
Baby like ta hang wit’ de older dude,
A young demoiselle with an older dude

He gave ‘er the Beamer, an’ a diamond ring
Man, ya oughta see it when she SHAKE THAT THANG, yeah now,
Ain’t no question that these two are cool,
He tearin’ up da keyboard an’ she oilin’ his groove
When she turn the heat up, baby, HE EXUDES
(we talkin’ da pretty mademoiselle an’ da well season’d dude)
She got the moves, he got the groove…

Baby never worries wit’ da JAZZ CAT
Ain’ no need ta hurry wit’ da JAZZ CAT
It’s champagne in da moonlight wit’ da JAZZ CAT
Late nights an’ it’s all right wit’ da JAZZ CAT
An’ we’ve heard it before…
The pretty mademoiselle…an’ da MUCH OLDER dude

The Serpent

There’s a serpent crawling
behind you
He’s been lying in the sun
On a rock
By the side of the road
(So still and cold)
And he’s got you in his eye
Yes, he’s got it on his mind
To follow you home…

Dare you once invite him
to touch you?
Hear him sliding through the grass
Upon your leg
Feel him quiver his love
(He’ll give you some)
Yes, he loves you
(He hates you)
He wants you
Wants to have you
He’ll follow you home…
To get you alone…

What’s that light I see in your eyes?
(He stole your heart away)
Methinks tonight dark angels will fly
Until the break of day
A-can ya feel it, little girl?
Don’t you want him
(Or will you run and hide?)
You twist across your empty bed
And cry for him to lay his head beside you…
A-can ya feel it, little girl?
I think you love him,
Little girl.

I’m afraid to tell you
What he’s thinking
He’s a demon in disguise
Strutting cock
With his satiny lies
They hypnotize
All the dances that he’s seen
Spinning phantoms of the green
He’ll follow you home…
To get you alone…

A-can ya feel it, little girl?
And don’t you love it
When you’re on his knee?
One kiss is never quite enough
His love’s a river flowing up
inside you…
You’ve got to give this love a try
So put those girlish lullabies
behind you
A-can ya feel it, little girl?
Don’t ya feel it, little girl,
The way ‘e loves you, little girl?

‘Cause ‘e’s got you in his eyes
Yes, he’s got it on his mind
To follow you home…
To follow you home…
To follow you home…

Rajal Organization Planning SL Tour

Late night ruminations,
Final negotiations,
Storms of the brain,
Delusions,
Illusions,
Collusions,
Insane...

But poet,
Songwryter, (emphasis on the "wry")
(or, if we're eating:
"rye")
Jazzman
Rocker
Punkster
Psychotherapist

Having done it all in real life
(and in RL it must stay)
(unless you can guess,
and if you guess,
a prize we may pay,
but what a mess)

Will now tour SL
Doing readings
and performing
with his group
of SL divas
Sometime
Early in 2009

Stay on the line
There's more to come
In due time.

The Story of the Ace of Hearts

Well, I hear tell that some Jack or other’s been
Struttin’ his stuff by your door
An’ your friend Freddy, ya say ‘e’s a Queen, left his
Patent leather shoes on your kitchen floor,
an’ baby I
Hear that some dude who says he’s King of the lovers
‘s been plannin’ to make his start...
Guess they got their hopes but it’s really quite a joke ‘cause
Ya know I’m the Ace of Hearts.

The Ace of Hearts is the Number 1 man in this town
Better play your cards right when ya see him comin’
Baby he’s the best around.

Well some guys’ll try ta Club you to death with
A rap that they think will impress you
An’ the Diamond daddies with their pockets full o’ money
Hope their jewels will help undress you
An’ baby the Joker of Spades in ‘is Escalade
He thinks ‘e’s gonna fill the part
But they oughta know that the deck is stacked
When your’re dealin’ with the Ace of Hearts

The Ace of Hearts is the Number 1 man in this town
Better play your cards right when ya see him comin’
Baby he’s the best around.

Whoa I fall in love about ten times a day
An’ I’ve got about as many ladies
An’ I don’ know wat I do, but I mus’ do it good
’cause I got about as many waiting…
I’m tellin’ ya baby don’ worry when people are talkin’,
ya might hear some rumors…
But don’t ya let ‘em pull us apart
Ya know they only tryin’ ta catch my eye
Because they crazy fo’ da Ace of Hearts

Whoa, the Ace of Hearts is without a doubt the talk o’ the town
Better play your cards right when ya see him comin’
Baby he’s the best around
The Ace of Hearts, baby, he got the "love thang" down
Better play your cards right when ya see him comin’
Baby he’s the best, baby he’s the best, baby he don’ mess aroun’.

The Land of 1000 Pianos

Please apply
the anes-
thesia

Make
this
pounding go away
Must be 50 new messiahs on the radio tonight
Yeah it's gettin' kinda hard ta keep my heroes straight

My speaker system's screamin' empty words that someone wrote
It's such a desert of the mind,
's like a dry and sandy throat
Where all the singers without songs compete to hit the highest note
The music was ours
They took it away...

Can't ya hear it?
It's all on the radio
Come worship the next new-found Christ
There's a guys in an office in L.A. or New York
Who'll teach us what music we like

Ezekiel came crawling through this valley full of bones
He saw the skeletons of poets
The ghosts of rock 'n' roll
Where there was once a magic jungle full of saxophones
There's nothin' but sand
The nights are cold

Then he stumbled through the temple and was blinded by the beat
And all the worshippers were droolin'
As they stared and scuffed their feet
Oh as the singer stood like Moses at the parting of the seas
Ya had to believe the music was ours...

Well, can't ya hear it?
It's all on the radio
Come worship the next new-found Christ
There's a guys in an office in L.A. or New York
Who'll teach us what music we like

Ezekiel exclaimed "You people just don't understand...
Ya took the music to Gomorrah and you built a golden calf
Ya know I used to be a singer in a heavy metal band
But this is a scam...
The music was ours..."

Well, can't ya hear it?
It's all on the radio
Come find the true meaning of life
The program directors and ratings collectors
Will teach us what music we like
Ah can't ya hear it?
It's all on the radio
Like insects we're drawn to the light
There's a guy in an office in L.A. or New York
Or maybe in Nashville or London who's money
Will teach us what music we like...

It's all on the radio
The radio.
The radio.

We Still Wonder: Who is Johnnie Rajal?

Danger's sweet, complete delight
So why choose sleep
over plunging madly through the night?
Mischievous outlaw male
With charcoal voice, suggestive eye
He strokes upon his tail
and drools
for flying over ponds and pools
and hiding 'midst the roots of trees
Lurking, softly
(patiently)
for the coming, coming
of some fair game,
full moon,
young girl
a-running...

Ace of Hearts