Jeff Taylor

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As I walk, so I talk
As I see, so I read
As I take, so I make
As I forego, so I let go

I find it strange that there can be no swearing
For swearing is in the vernacular of people
big and small.

So I brought home a new car and a new laptop computer for her to use
and she looked at me unbelievably, as if to say,
'How can you justify spending this much money? '

I cannot fix the kitchen sink.
Though I think, and think, and think
no amount of plunging
will from the mouth of the drain release

I want poems with teeth.
I want poems that snarl at the stranger outside.
I want poems so daring that Evel Kneivel can't read them.
I want poems that take me on an off road ride across the Sarengeti.

I once had a conversation with a friend of mine
about the end of the world, and the end of time.
About the very fabric of our own existence
and how energy flows through every living being.

Creativity comes in bursts, don't you know?
Is it not obviously so?
All of us so called poets, authors, musicians, and lyricists
Don't even know the half of it.

Today, a man named Smiley bought me a lottery ticket and said,
'If you win anything, don't forget me! '
And he bought a lottery ticket for the older woman standing next to him
and said the same thing.

Here I sit
a bed of nails.
Here I sit
my face a smile.

I don't know what I did,
and I don't know what to do.
It seems that everything I've done
is asking for trouble.

Here I sit and it's 4 in the morning.
What good can come of this?

I whistled my way through


Can I whisper in your ear, dear?
Can I speak of the things that you want to hear?
Can it be that we have found a new round
around this silly old worn-down town?

It's been too long since I've breathed in fresh air.
It's been too long since I have dared
to put myself out there, but
how can I see the world if I am not prepared

Only light itself,
Only on the stillest of nights
Knows the ground.

I done goofed and made a mistake
when I failed to wash my hands at the place
that I work, and a customer saw me place
a pork tenderloin in the fryer naked.

I believed that nobody could love me.
I believed myself unloveable,
and unappealing.

Jeff Taylor Biography

I am a man of many words, and I would like to believe some of them are understandable. I am Mr. Mumbles. I am a sailor in a cast iron boat. I am a vagabond. I am a fool. I am a mountaintop yodeler. I am a crate of TNT. I was a button pusher. I was a soap soaked prune finger. I was a stumblin' class going to-er. Now, I am just.)

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A Stumblin' Incoherent Ramblin'

As I walk, so I talk
As I see, so I read
As I take, so I make
As I forego, so I let go
As I meander, so I demand it
A stumblin' incoherent ramblin'
begets and soon beguiles
despite the fact that it's been a while
I'll find a brand new bottle
Scotch Whiskey, Oh Scotch Whiskey!
The rowdiest of friends!
But for a Tequila sunrise
I bet he'll begin again.

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