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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We The People

Trade fifty years
Of vitality and industry
Advancing someone else’s wealth
In exchange for opportunities
To purchase some degree
Of comfort when we rest


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5 Haiku

Stunned in the spring night
staring at the twilit sky
rubbing my sore feet

Sunny spring morning—
deeply breathing cool sea air
on my bicycle

A wide-winged raven
hovering in gusty air—
early spring sunset

*

Traffic rushes past
and we stand beneath buildings
at twilight, smiling

A paused train at night—
two headlights spread cloudy beams
through the milky fog


 
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Dead Cat In A Top Hat

“Dead cat in a top hat
Thinks he’s an aristocrat
That’s crap”—The Doors


Rat man living out on the street
That man begging for something to eat
That man’s tossed like a scrap on a heap of dreams

Fat man stuffing himself with pills
That man can’t feel any thrills
That man’s hiding up in the hills to kill

Ripping through the city is the terrible sound
Of people being set up and down
And you feel the burning when they tell you
That your turn is now

Right now

I told a friend what’s in my head
He looked at me with eyes full of dread
Then he smiled—Amen brother! he said

Those fat bosses are lonely and mean
They can’t get down—you know what I mean
You and me man, at least got a chance to be happy

Dead cat in a top hat
Thinks he’s an aristocrat
That’s crap

Ask the rat man
About the fat man
Yeah ask the rat man

That’s crap



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Can't Go Wrong

I heard a voice so small and strong
It told me Man you won’t be here long
Come on—get out and get it on
When this is living in you man, you know you can’t go wrong

I saw some birds soar in the sky
I saw some clouds with faces flying by
It was like—everything was alive
Now when I look up I can find them every time

I passed a place and in the glass
I saw my face but it was another man’s
It made no difference
Whether I was him or if he is who I am

I know a voice so small and strong
It tells me Man you won’t be here long
Come on—get out and get it on

When this is living in you man, you know you can’t go wrong



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Crack in the Ceiling

Poetry by Thomas Radwick

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