SATURDAY NIGHT FERVOUR
The
night
I heard -
The #Disco Beat#
I could not stop
my dancing feet
It was,
the
pounding
Disco 'heat'
It drew me in
from off
the
street
I heard
its message
in my
head
'Yo
Man!
I'll raise you
from
th' dead
Jus'
Grab
The rhythm,
...ride
the sled!'
I lost
my
mind
I
was
Far Out
Jive Talking.
Whirling
in
A Boogie-bout
Night fever
took me -
there were stares,
and cries
of
"COOL!"
as my white
flares
flowed,
glowed,
beneath
the Glitter Ball.
Feelin'
#Hot-Hot-Hot#
I could
not
not
not
say _NO
to
Staying alive.
I danced
all night
because
my feet
could not
resist
the
#Disco Beat# !
(c) John Holt 30-Jun-1999
Message From A Stranger
You don`t know me
and you shouldn`t
care what I say.
I am not really
here except in
words across your
screen.
Yet, I recall
my eighteenth year
a time of change
when I rearranged
my life.
Like you, now,
I also enjoyed the day
but underneath
my `jaunty pose`,
deep down,
an embryo fear
cloyed, whittling
away, whittling away.
The Past` dragged
its anchor in
a cozy warming sea,
becalmed I could
have lain forever in
known security.
I took my risks,
maybe they took me
and I set off by chance
weaving across uncertainty
trying to learn steps to a
dance I`d never heard.
Standing on toes
along the route
struggling to be seen
among a herd
of other dancers,
Whizz-Kids, No-Hopers
Posers, Chancers.
Look, I don`t pretend
I can give you any
real advice.
I can only comment
`Old head on young
shoulders` is the
vice you should avoid.
Everything else I say,
from my experience,
might look like cliche
taking the gold
off the birthday
wishes I`m trying
to send.
Ok. make a list;
Keep hope and faith.
Keep humor.
Be shrewd.
Maybe you heard some
rumor that Patience
and Tolerance
are weak things
Untrue.
Keep both of them!
they define you
- throwing them out
will undermine you
as a human being.
Sorry, its all or
nothing on these two
there is no `in between`
Now there are other things I
don`t put on this list.
They`ll attach themselves
creeping under the positive
stuff but what I`m saying
is you got enough of
a start to fight them off,
reduce them to the
size of a flea.
In that way they can`t
do too much damage - see?
One of them`s called
Cynicism.
He could be a shield
against some things
but a TOTAL take over
from this little bug
will freeze your heart
pull the rug of innocence
from under your feet,
snatch the way you feel
and reduce it to `hard fact`.
You`ll be `dead` meat`
if this guy makes you
a major player in his act
You`ll need to control him
use him as your tool
He`s there only because
sometime in your life
someone will try to make
a fool of you. Cynicism
feeds on such experience.
Just be sure you call the
shots when you use him
and then after that
put the sucker right back
into his box - lose him
until its right to bring
him out again -
but only as a counter
to balance some small pain.
Right - this was supposed
to be all about you
and maybe I got carried
away like some latter day saint
(which I assure you I ain`t!)
But if I`ve given you
something to ponder
before you take that
walk out there, yonder,
having fun, then maybe I`ve done
something useful for a change.
Now go for it!
It's your eighteenth birthday.
Lots of promise ahead of you,
none of it should be missed
- but promise me something?
always carry that list...
(c)John Holt 24-JUL-1998
ON THE GRAPEVINE
O f course it`s the truth, he said,
N o one else has the facts.
T his is how it really happened.
H is expression gave lie to the words
E ven as they formed on his lips.
G rasping the fragile bloom he
R an the truth through the mangle
A nd produced a crumpled body
P osing as "the fact of the matter"
E ach listener`s eyes widened as the
V erbs were joined to bring life
I nto the unfortunate corpse.
N ow, he said, this is _authentic because
E arlier today I heard it on The Grapevine...
--- and the moral of this tale?
GOSSIP = Getting One`s Shit-Spreading Into Publication.
(c)John Holt 31-JUL-1998
OF MICE AND CHAT ROOMS
Chat Rooms
are a major
source of
`romance`
par for
the course,
merely a glance,
in most men`s
lives,
sometimes
the same
for lonely
wives.
Chat Rooms
provide
a place
where actors
hide
hatching
grandiose
schemes,
bravura
dreams
ignoring
realities
adopting
personalties
to fit,
scoring
a hit
with the
unwitting
sitting
at their
sets
until the
curtain
rises,
dry mouthes
waiting
new
surprises,
egos softly
singing
the intro.
song
"Someone
New tonight,
some fresh
`glue` in sight"
- You`re On!
(c)John Holt 30-AUG-1998
DOWN FALL
He jumped from the mast
and descended past
the hatches.
Splintered scratches
bore testimony to
what went on in his head.
But we don`t know for certain
because when they found him
he was very dead.
(c)John Holt 18-AUG-1998
BORING
Oh what a bore he is.
God what a snore he is.
He plays to all
when all are there.
His trumpet voice roars on,
same old fanfare.
Yet, his chorus blows
then fades when every one goes
(c)John Holt 08-18-98
