Louie Levy

Rookie (1926 / N.Y.C; NY USA)

Rhyme, Beat And Play-Word Prose - Poem by Louie Levy

Preface;
The following two endless sentenced writs were written 9-10 years ago. My having then been advised to write without rhyme and that the contemporary way to write poetry was prose. Just like I was tawking, and spontanious. Well, the following stun fun was how it all came out. Since I decided to spend New Years Eve at home in California, but not without my watching what was happening in my home town of New York City. I was not able to spell very well then, since mostly all English words were spelt Rawng to beegin wit. How many words can you write and have them spell different than they sound? These two beat stanzas had me thought of as my being the reincarnate of 'Jack Kerouac' Beat writer of the 60's. However, just as he needed to polish his grammar to be published, so have I, without being considered ignorant needed to improve, as you will discover with my more recent writing endeavors. I haven't been able to write that beat way since. If this makes it to TMR reflections, who knows if my estranged muse might just peek bee tween these lines and slurp prize us with a nudder teat a teat that sucks, jest for the fun of it. Here goes the sober, minded prose....

WELL, COME TO THE NEW YEARS BALL, HAVE A FUN TIME CELEBRATIN' THE FUNERAL OF 1999...

'twas a heckofatic time, slime, mime, a promise of a better time, asses worked to the tale bone, pockets vacant, awaiting the lotaree of hopeless winnings spent of dreamin' losers, enjoyin' the pitance of a security, socialized, Roosevelts scam of the century, leaves old tired farts with no more to live on than scrounging snails in a garden of tumbleweeds, BUTT! there's still soap, water and free sunshine, ahuntread and 9ty bucks for $1.99Ct sneakers of the 30's, no nice Jewish bred boy would ever wear a painter's dung-agree blue ripped pants, Levis, ?

HA i wondered weather one of my cousins invented the 'poor mans' shameful garb, models have the style, big deal kalvin klein put his own label name, and; the other crooked legged punks did the same, poor kids in Mexico, eye think get a nickle or a dime, or maybe 'nough for a handful of riced beans to sew them for the crookiteers, Oh Yeah! tawk 'bout, write about, sneer for or accept, the price for fuel, milk, bread, rent, not to mention what it took to replace a 5ct trolley ride, eye could go on+on, u all know, if you're considered an antique of life, belly belt bustin', wide hip whipped creamed abuser, grey and clairolded defusered, and an invain irreplacement 'Dude', that got taken for a bald spot and touped for hairty hundred shmucked bucks, Forgive me Lord, of the universe, over seer of chanooka, xmas, budda, devoties of the services that knock on doors, and wanna save ass', i tell them it's much to late, as i turn to face them, ooops, aren't we all, 'about face' one way or an other? , i think eye still have all the soul savin' pamflit writ lits stashed somewhere, fearing, that my world would come to an end before i see the new born,2000 babe if i throwthemout, go'head, if you're the one to dare, make a resolution! , promise yourself to? not? be? a? potty pooper and knitcrap into the next millenium without the protection of, life insurance and at least, some eyesorely credited degrees and a high sat tas phd xyz and; all ways to have; an ample supply of latexed peepee gloves....

Gotta get ready to feast with the loving Christian side of my family, I do love them, why? even some of my best friends are all gentiles, as for the Hebrews, oh! well, they're still trying their case and i ain't takin' no sides, not even 'french fries'

Louie Levy
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12 25 99

11: 59 8 7 6 5 4 2.....IZ THE BALL ON THE WAY DOWN, WILL IT REACH THE BOTTOM OR NOT MOVE A' TALL? ?


Lurking in human minds, can be seen an alien, named 'y2k', Y this year,2 thousand idiot years, now smart, dependant on machines to run the clocks of fate, control our lives, deplete our impoverished security, and rob our very spirits of the unpredictable predictable, cancel all flights, ground the pidgeons, save our eagles, withdraw for the dresser draws and sleep on the doughed mattress, afraid to leave it unattended, woe's to the 'lectronic crazed minds of kids that hacked us unto the future of space roboted 'puter robbing monsters, hardly reassembling the dead flesh corpses of poor misunderstood 'Frankenkind',2 million, times 2 eyes times billions, lookin at a lit spitball? freezin' their asses with no where to pee or shitinsight, 'oh honey!

please hold it in, go'head, let it out, no one will notice the ice sickles frozen from your fly, we CAN'T miss the 'BALL' cummin' down for the Earth, aren't ya proud we're here in Newyawkcity? what a pity, they're nuts all here with us, it's not the same, TV lookin' at our one and only bawl, HEY! eye think it's movin'! ! !

what if it won't com down? , will we turn upside frown, the subways will be stuck, howl we get home, i toldya i didn't wanna come, hey schmuck! stop pushin' and get your paw of my ass..., this is NO time for that, later, the ball's comin' down! yeah yeah yeah! 3 2 1... whew! she made it, we're saved! '

'HAPPY NEW YEAR! ' World,

did all your balls work like ours? sure hope so, after all, We in New Yawk, have the greatest one, ball, that is, in the hole world! and now we gotta put it back for next year, hmmm, what if we don't even have no balls then and they just show pictures?

'Oh well, who cares? 'i just love your hand on my..., ooops, it's gettin' warmer every year, greenhouse aflick, ya know? ? '

Louie Levy, 2000

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 27, 2008



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