CONFESSIONS OF A FREELOADER (Spoken Word by David Randall Curtis)

Thanks to Adjunct Supervisor Cowpox from Wetlands Remediation Death Camp for helping me edit this poem. Subscribe to him at: http://www.youtube.com/user/WetlandsR...
I have a poetry chapbook that comes with 2 spoken word dvds at: http://www.filmbaby.com/films/4408
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This poem was inspired by 2 songs and 1 other poem. And some other stuff I cant talk about :P --The first song is Freeloader by Kristen Hersh/Throwing Muses. Here are the lyrics to it:

Throwing Muses Freeloader lyrics
I don't mind, I don't mind
I don't mind, I don't mind
I'm a freeloader, I'm a freeloader
I don't mind, I don't mind
I don't mind, I don't mind
I'm a freeloader, I'm a freeloader
I'm hungry enough To follow you around
I don't hear, I don't hear
I don't hear, I don't hear
I'm a free thinker, I'm a free thinker
I'm empty enough
To see you as I want to
I'm headed for the trees over there
If that's not a destination
I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care. I don't care
I'm a broken kid, I'm a broken kid
I'm lonely enough
To make the air around you sweet
I'm an open book, I'm an open book
I'm lady enough
To meet you secretly
I'm headed for the trees over there
If that's not a destination
I don't care
(Kristen Hersh)

The second song is Cigareets and Whusky and Wild, Wild Women! by Red Ingle & the Natural Seven.
Here is a link to them doing the song live:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hqk3osxS4wQ

The poem is by Anne Sexton where she borrowed the title of Red Inlge's song for the title of her poem—her is the text to her poem:

Cigarettes And Whiskey And Wild, Wild Women

(from a song)

Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
born expecting the kiss of mercy,
born with a passion for quickness
and yet, as things progressed,
I learned early about the stockade
or taken out, the fume of the enema.
By two or three I learned not to kneel,
not to expect, to plant my fires underground
where none but the dolls, perfect and awful,
could be whispered to or laid down to die.

Now that I have written many words,
and let out so many loves, for so many,
and been altogether what I always was—
a woman of excess, of zeal and greed,
I find the effort useless.
Do I not look in the mirror,
these days,
and see a drunken rat avert her eyes?
Do I not feel the hunger so acutely
that I would rather die than look
into its face?
I kneel once more,
in case mercy should come
in the nick of time.

(Anne Sexton)

I used Red Ingle's line for the first sentence in my poem.

Here are the words to my poem:

CONFESSIONS OF A FREE-LOADER

Cigarettes and whiskey and wild, wild women
--not to mention
money... food... sanity...

These things are
never truly appreciated
until they're
just
out
of reach.

Open the door,
share your vices,
prepare a feast
and for dessert
lay down beside me
with love & understanding.

I'll be the most grateful

bastard

you've ever seen.

(David Randall Curtis)

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[WordsWithoutBounds]

Right. Yes. *clears throat* You really are intimidatingly good at this. =D

You have such a steady output of rare and original pieces that I am forced to picture you forever hunched over your paper with a pen in the 6 days that you are not recording videos.

You make me realise that I should spend more dedicated time trying to express myself. *****

[DavidRandallCurtis]

@WordsWithoutBounds -- hey I was going to type but am too bourboned out--sent a private vid :P

[andrewnorris1]

'These things are never appreciated until they are just out of reach', like most things, David, but you have a distinctive and unique way of expressing the obvious, the over used expression, so that they appear fresh in our ears. You bastard, how do you do it!!

[DavidRandallCurtis]

andrewnorris1: I do it with bourbon of course! :p Actually, I'm of the school of thought that says (almost) everything has been said before in some way--I think one trick is to try and use cliches and whatnot in new ways... thanks for the comment and happy xmas! :P

[cmxcmx]

Also: have you seen this: watch?v=yVw96wzmZC8

Peter Sellers singing "cigarettes, whisky and wild women" on the muppet show.

[DavidRandallCurtis]

cmxcmx: thanks for pointing that out... I didn't know it was Sellers with them before and had not watched it... I just did and laughed my ass off! :P

[avisualfeel]

Sounds like"The confessions of Jack Nicholson" to me!

[MrCulinaryCommando]

I think you could base an entirely new system of morality on the poem. It groundbreaking!

[TheAuroraBlack]

oh my stars!! lol!!

[santiagodevill]

I don't know how the fuck you do it lol. Get down to the barebones of things.... You have no idea how much I can relate to this one, 5

[dashpoet]

Share your vices - sage words indeed!

[streetspiritlive]

...n so's the landlord...

Grateful that he is!

[MsWriteNow]

Wow, I love this one - how it goes from gritty, to tender, to profane - excellent.

[keanghiero]

Nice

5*****

all the best

Kean

[TheDaveFrom1952]

Love it. 5stars, as always David.