Poems From The Shredder
Peter's Ashtray is pleased to present three rescued poems written by Peter S. Mooney. Through the tireless efforts of our dedicated staff, a combined team of manuscript experts and forensic specialists, we have restored these priceless works from shredded fragments of paper. Special thanks to Carmine Buttefuco of Buttefuco & Buttefuco Investigations, LLC for combing through the Mooney family trash in Pacific Palisades, CA.
(We can only hope that the Bekins Moving Co. mislabeled the carton containing the shredder and it will end up in Rio Linda-Yakimaniac)
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EXHAUSTION, LOVE, AND SOULPeter S. Mooney – 2006
NEVER HAVE A BROTHER
ANGER IS A COLD SPONSOR
FAITH IS A COLD DRIVER
WHY DOES THE GARAGE TALK?
WHY DOES THE GARAGE STOP?
GOLLY, CAREER!
WHERE IS THE DUSTY ROAD?
WHERE IS THE HOT CITY?
SIDEWALKS GROW LIKE DRY CRACKS
THE CIGARETTE GLOWS
THE CIGARETTE GLOWS
OH, LOVE!
DOLLARS TALK LIKE GRIMY FINGERS
FAITH, FAITH, AND EXHAUSTION
EAT LOUDLY LIKE A FAST WORKER
FULLERTON WAITS LIKE A HOT DISH
Catalogue #21-PSM06-P11
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The ZombiesPeter S. Mooney – 2005
are in the Czech Republic.
I salute them like pills.
You must show you understand
Once.
By many things, many ways
I am more awake through the imagery.
So funny.
Catalogue #21-PSM05-P47
Title: Behind These Eyes
No one knows what it's likePeter S. Mooney – 2002
To be the ad man
To be the ad man
Behind these eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be fated
To self-hatred
For telling all those lies
But my copy
Is not as worthless
As my competitor’s seem to be
I have clients, always waiting
My calendar is booked
I’m never free
No one knows what it's like
To have this dilemma
Like I do
And I sure do!
No one knows what it's like
To be the ad man
To be the ad man
Behind these eyes
Catalogue #21-PSM02-P15
posted by Yakimaniac at 12:49 AM
3 Comments:
Peter will read these poems some day (after he gets plugged back in to the real world of the web) and wish that he actually had written them himself. David Bowie once said "if you think we're going to make it we better hang on to ourselves...so, come on, come on, we really got a good thing going..." and I'm still not sure what he was trying to say either, but it sounded so good that I can't get it out of my head...and then ELO came along and now it's just too many lyrics chasing too few brain cells. Thank you Peter's Ashtray!
I'm convinced that "Yak Man" must have hibernated with the Mooney species long enough that he can pass himself off as one. That's just not normal.
Thank you both for your kind comments. I was going to suggest you listen to Losing A Whole Year by Third Eye Blind until I realized it was about a love gone bad and not a year of unemployment as I had thought.
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