I understood you
From the moment you said goodbye
I laughed so loud and long
That I started to cry
What begins with thunder
Ends with a soft lonely sigh
I guess it all makes sense
When the parade passes by
I called all my friends
To tell ‘em I needed no one
I howled all night at the moon
Till I got burnt by the sun
Told myself I felt good
In truth I wanted to die
Some of us act like fools
When the parade passes by
I saw a man hit someone in the face
Just to take away their dignity
I saw things standin’ in the wrong place
That no one had a right to see
So I clenched my jaw
And disappeared without a trace
My race had been run
I finished last in this human race
You understood me
Got it right more than someone else
So I put you in my will
And I left you my house
Although I didn’t own itj
It’s the thought that counts
I hear that it made you cr
But at least you’ll think of me
When the parade passes by
(C) Frank Howson 2021
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Jun · 29
There is no doubt that the police enforced lockdown may’ve had a positive effect on our physical health but has, in turn, had a negative one on the mental health of many others.
And so it was for me for some time. I now know why the prison system uses solitary confinement to break the spirit of those who do not conform. For it surely broke mine. Cut off from friends and stimulating public outings, and forced to watch ignorant commentators commenting on things they knew zip about, endless Trump bashing, Labour bashing, black bashings; Interviewing experts on nothing about things they had no idea about, and crossing live to empty city streets, I began to enter a dark place. That place that feeds on alienation, loss of ambition, and confusion. That place that breeds lone crazed gunmen.
I would’ve been toast if not for finding my soulmate. It happened one night as if in a dream. Or perhaps a miracle. I was site surfing the Internet when I saw her face. Yes, there she was. Smiling at me. Just at me. In my mind I heard her voice whisper, “Frank, it’s alright. I am here for you. I always was but things just got in our way.”
Her name was Samantha Ryan and she was appearing in many short movies on a very interesting site called XHamster. I thought it had something to do with animal welfare otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed that I was over 18 and entered the site.
But enter the site I did. And there she was. Patiently waiting for me. My Samantha. My lady of mercy. My saviour. My friend.
“Come to me,” she whispered, and opened her arms. And then legs.
I entered at my own risk.
I watched many of her all too short movies and I must say that none were worthy of her obvious talent. Although she was wonderful in them all. To me, she shone like a siren in the darkest night, calling me on to enter deeper and deeper into her very soul. She must’ve sensed I was loyal and would never use and then abandon her like so many others had.
Most of her short movies had the same plot. This lovely kind beautiful, although slightly naive, small town girl would go out, looking pretty, and wind-up with strange men, and on occasion, women, ripping her clothes off and having their way with her. My heart went out to poor Sam and I just wanted to hold her and tell her it was “Alright,” and that she was safe, now I was here. Sometimes during these films she’d look directly at me and smile, as though we both shared a secret love. It was in these moments that I, again, felt alive. Renewed. Energised. Although the price of that was balanced in pain when I saw her in the arms of other men. But I forgave her. Time and time again. How could look into that face and not forgive?
And what an actress she is. I love how her lip quivers when she is in the throes of passion. Not even Lord Olivier could achieve such a performance.
I have written to her telling her not to go out anymore, and fall into mistreatment by nasty men who just want to use her and leave her in ripped clothing that she can’t make her way home in.
So far, she hasn’t had time to reply. Or perhaps she’s afraid that I’m just another male animal. Or perhaps, she’s afraid I’m not and that she may have to give up her heart. Sex is nowhere near as intimate as that. I understand. So I patiently wait.
Anyway, I don’t expect you to understand. How could you? You had to be here. Locked up in lockdown. Alone. Lost. Drifting aimlessly in an endless night of darkness and dreams. And suddenly, seeing the face of an angel. Thank you, God. I know you sent Samantha Ryan to save my life. And perhaps one day I will save hers. And we’ll be together and walk in the sun. Holding hands. No secrets between us. Free. And safe. And breathing in life as if we shared the same breath.
(C) Frank Howson 2021
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Apr · 04
I’ve been poisoned
By too many poisonous demons
Posing as friends
Posing as human beings
Lying about their past and their future intentions
Stealing everything of mine
They thought I cared about
Money, trophies, and work
That I had paid for in blood, sweat and marriages
But they got me wrong
I couldn’t be found there
For I was already somewhere else
Someone else
Someone stronger
Someone colder
Their resentment actually empowering me
For all they did was prove
That material things are just that
They don’t get you to sleep at night
They don’t buy you a genuine embrace
They don’t ease your mind or your load
They don’t short cut you into heaven
They don’t justify your rusted conscience
For to lose it all
Is to finally be free
To shed every skin of protection
Until you are as liberated
As a new born naked baby
Free falling to a soft landing
And accepting it all
Pining for nothing except this moment
Where no memory exists
And there are no debts to be repaid
No one to breathe life into
And no eyes that can make me flinch
For when I look at you now
I see into your very soul
(C) Frank Howson 2020
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Oct · 02
I dreamed I was a general
With an army ready to serve
I dreamed I was a hero
Till I’d wake and lose my nerve
I dreamed I was a good man
And always knew what to do
But one thing I never dreamed
Was that I’d fall in love with you
I dreamed I was a father
That would never desert my post
I dreamed I was a lover
That girls would love the most
I dreamed I was a dreamer
And that all my dreams came true
But one thing I never dreamed
Was that I’d fall in love with you
I had the world in the palm of my hand
But I lost my concentration
I could’ve been the life of the party
But I lost my invitation…
I dreamed I had a mother
That I never ever let down
I dreamed I was a leader
But I was just a clown
I dreamed I was a young man
And none of his plans fell through
But one thing I never dreamed
Was that I’d fall in love with you
So if you could love me for who I am
I’ll fall in love with you..,
(C) Frank Howson 2020
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Sep · 11
Love requires patience
Life takes time
But how long must I wait
Until the Gods make you mine?
Nothing makes sense
Until you don’t need it to anymore
We miss our golden chances
We take the wrong door
Wish I lived inside your heart
To know your joy and pain
To learn what makes you happy
And what brings you disdain
I’ll love you till the end of time
And in that other life too
No matter what the ups and down
I’ll be true to you
You were the people’s princess
And on every stage you starred
I never deserted my mission
Although the nights were long and hard
So many have stood in our way
And ran our ship aground
They put our hearts in chains
And sold our flesh by the pound
But you can’t put a price on magic
No assassin can freeze its breath
For love knows no seasons
And can not be stilled by death
(C) Frank Howson. 2020
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Sep · 08
I saw a future. Or perhaps just a dream. A city where rats the size of dogs scurried along streets, growing stronger feeding on toxic waste. Crowded sidewalks filled with beggars begging beggars for a crumb. Or some leftover soup. Or a new messiah.
The billionaires were safely living in their gated, climate controlled glass domes, inventing wars, viruses, and new political puppets.
I saw Satan on the news channels every night. He is a very eloquent speaker and seems like a cool guy to hang with. He has everyone conned and no doubt thinks we’re fools. But we don’t care anymore. And therein lies the problem. He hasn’t defeated us. We have. We are suffering from the deadliest virus of all – apathy.
I’ve sometimes wondered where my life will end? In the gutter, in a mansion, or on a plane suspended between two places? Between here and there. Near and far.
At school we were brainwashed with our teachers’ political beliefs, assumptions, approved view of history, religion, regrets, and frustrations. They have groomed us to live the same disappointing life they’ve lived. Sing c’est la vie.
My heart is wearing out from the residue worry of things I don’t even clearly remember anymore.
I do believe that God sends us signs. And the other day I passed one that said, “Eat More Cake.” It spoke to me. Although I felt sad for Marie Antoinette who lost her head saying much the same thing.
My refrigerator has been talking to me about conspiracies. It told me it knew who killed the Kennedys, but said my life would be in danger if it informed me. I thanked it for caring about my welfare and turned in for the night. At the Godly hour of 3am I was awakened by the pillow whispering in my ear. It told me it knew who killed Anthony Bourdain. I told it to “Fuck off!”
(C) Frank Howson 2020
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Aug · 25
I think I was wounded a while ago. Around that time you said goodbye. I remember it rained as if on cue. But you hanged me on every word. I guess I had it comin’. You see, I believed in you. And once a man opens his heart like that, the high noon train pulls into town. Someone must’ve telegraphed my vulnerability to near and far, and the resentful saddled up. I think I might get shot dead, right here on this street where we first kissed. Under that deceitful moon. Will you shed a tear for me? Will I even be missed? Was I ever noticed? Tell me it ain’t been for nothin’. Tell me I’ll leave a mark. I guess we should’ve had kids for that, but you were rarely allowed out after dark. How did I get cast as an outlaw? How come I’m always on the run? I remember being a sweet faced boy who only ever wanted to do right. I hope they don’t shoot me in the back. That’s a coward’s death. I want to stare them down. Way down to hell and back. Want ‘em to know what I’ve been livin’ with. Want ‘em to know I know who they are. Sorry, but time has hardened me. I told you I could change. But you wouldn’t commit, would you? I told you to jump and I’d catch you in my arms. But you didn’t trust me, did you? I guess you’d been wounded too. So here we are on Main Street of some dusty shithole backlot town. We both deserved more than this, ending up in a B grade cowboy movie. I could see you as Joan of Arc. And me as Mr. Chips. Ah, what a pair we’d have made. But Central Casting had no imagination and fucked us up. Y’know I’d have laid down my life for you, just so you could walk over me. How’s that for a loyalty not found in all those thieves who stalked your doorstep? I’m gonna have some words to say to God when I see him later today. Why did he torture me by sending an angel and then cutting off my arms? We were just two poor kids thrown together, and saw something of ourselves in each other’s eyes. Maybe I lost myself in you. That’s why you grew stronger at my expense. And if so, I don’t regret it. For I cared more about you than myself anyway. And as the clock strikes twelve, I’ve grown as wise as the servants, and as gentle as the doves. Having said that, there’s a train to meet, my love, so I’ll just leave it here and say farewell.
(C) Frank Howson 2020
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Aug · 05
I remember a place
Not far from here
In a small town
I held someone dear
In a strange time
My favourite year
Now I can’t think of it
Without shedding a tear
Some people change
Some people rust
Some people betray you
And piss on your trust
I’m running out of time
To do the things I must
I once drank a toast
To Hollywood or bust
I see children holding children
On this broken highway
I see men hurtin’ people
If they don’t get their way
I see women too scared
To go out after day
I was beaten to a pulp
When I tried to have my say
So sit down beside me
And remind me of things
Tell me all your hopes
That you pray tomorrow brings
How you dream of blue skies
And golden rings
Here I’ll wait out the storm
To hear how the bird sings…
May it tell me the news
That you’re happy and well
And that you rose
While your demons fell
And that you kept your pride
When you were told to sell
May that bird bring me the news
Be I in heaven or hell…
(C) Frank Howson 2020
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Jul · 25
I used to be Kit Carson
But I lost my way
So I changed my name
To Danny Kaye
And uprooted myself
To Hollywood
Where the people
Were socially minded and good
I bought a nice house
With a swimming pool
And sent my kids
To the finest school
I drank and had fist fights
With Errol Flynn
Until that limey bastard
Did me in
They say the universe
Is a living thing
So I guess you could call it God
Or some thing
I remember the second time
I saw your face
You were workin’ the street
To get your own place
I bought you a coffee
Just to pick your mind
In the next morning’s papers
They said I was kind
I don’t understand
Where I’ve been goin’ wrong
I guess I took my good luck
And sold it for a song
I sold you too
Which wasn’t nice
If I’d waited 6 months
I’d have gotten twice the price
You didn’t understand me
Now or then
But that doesn’t mean
We can’t be together again…
Frank Howson (c) 2020
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Jun · 21
There was a window
In the chaos
When you looked at me
Confirming my existence
And it all seemed right
Across a semi-crowded room
Of nothingness
And recycled opinions
Based upon acceptable misinformation
And yet
I saw something real
And in that brief moment
We beheld truth
Sometimes it’s the words
That get in our way
And cloud what’s true
Always keeping us at a safe distance
With a funny line
A trivial story about something
That means nothing anymore
A recalled memory of a time
Now lost
And misremembered like a scene
From a movie
The further we drift from it
The more romantic it becomes
In our mental scrapbook of lies
Rewritten so many times
That it becomes easier to live with
These are the things we do
For self-preservation
If the world disappoints
We create another
And then another
Until we find ourselves
So far from home
We can never navigate our way back
Alone
In the dark
Eventually someone will come along
To smash all our delusions
And we will hate them for it
But they are in fact our saviour
Humbling us
Relieving us of our baggage
So that we can travel light
Into the pure existence
Of our eternal soul
Where words are no longer necessary
(C) Frank Howson. 2020
photograph by Vanessa Allan.
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Jun · 05