Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com

Last Shot

Mister Rudy was full of booty
He had the best place around
When you were in there drinking
You would get to thinking
Rudy was the king of the town

His Miss Judy was a beauty
She could really shake it around
Shaped just like a cello
Man! she made fellow
Feel his devil tremble and growl

Those two people seemed
To have it all worked out

Mister Rocco wasn’t normal
He was better than the rest
So much stronger so much smarter
Better watch it partner!
Every test proved he was the best

He knew a player is a taker
Any man who pauses is lost
He was built for speed
And couldn’t bear to be
Anybody less than the boss

That club Rudy had
Always made him feel small

Rudy’s lady made Rocco crazy
He had to have her all to himself
But he felt like a loser
Judy wouldn’t choose him
When Rudy was the one with the wealth

He looked at Rudy and he knew he
Had to get the best of that man
He knew it was his duty
To take that beauty Judy
Steal her out of old Rudy’s his hands

He walked in the club
Gonna get her
Packing a big gun
Gonna get him
Saying praying to himself
This will be done

He put a bullet in Rudy’s belly
Killed the king to be with the queen
It felt just like a dream
But when Miss Judy screamed
He knew she’d never be with him

She would never be with him



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Flashes 11

A happy
bulge beneath
your belt

Obsessive collectors
in cafes
with laptops

That flag
in the boss’s
office

*

Her cynical
masculine voice
harsh from smoking

Marching formations
like a walking
word

A chorus
of disparate
voices in us

Soul damage
was his sense
of soul

*

Using eyes
as tools
of observation

Feel that
readiness
in your neck

Generosity:
our clear connection
with God



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Get Off This Bus

“It is right and it is just—because he must!”—Henry Miller

Everyone’s got it
Everyone’s got a reason
That we don’t know

But we know that they’ve got it
‘Cause everyone needs a reason
To keep on going

We think we don’t show it
But we’re glowing with it every moment
That we keep going

We go without knowing
Exactly when or where the road we’re on
Is gonna be done

But it’s gonna be done

I wait for a signal
I stand in line and wait my turn to get
A glimpse of a sign

I hint or a vision
A trigger I can figure that tells me
That the time is mine

To do what I’ve got to
And make a move that breaks through to
The next side of my life

The side that’s been hiding
And waiting for me to get it right
Now the time has arrived

It’s like the turning of the tides
When you know you got it right
This time

And you know you got it right
‘Cause you’re feeling so alive
And light

And the chime you feel inside
Is rhyming with the light
Outside

Outside and inside

There’s something I trust
Something that tells me I must
Get off of this bus

It’s right and it’s just
It’s right and it’s just
Because I know that I must

Get off of this bus
Get off of this bus
And watch it ride off in the dust

‘Cause I’ve had enough
I’ve had enough and I know
This world is a bluff

This world is a bluff



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Crack in the Ceiling

Poetry by Thomas Radwick

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