Black Coffee and Earthen Art…
Dylan Dylan, says the Lamp,
ok, the lamp wants some Dylan…
# Poetry, Spoken Word…
https://soundcloud.com/atizine/rick-dees-cant-dance-a-poem-by-marco
08/07/2025
Rick Dees Can’t Dance, a poem
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07/25/2025
JournAl Pome 40 – by mArco
JournAl Pome 40 – by mArco
DedicAted to LoneTree
AmericAn Academy of Achievement
FArmers MArket
MAtrix tuners Are the sAme compAny as OvAtion
Absolutely AppropriAte thAt cAndidAte Dole cAmpAigned
At the ACME Screw compAny in WheAton Illinois.
Oh wAit, the jock wAnts his quArterbAck?
AmAAAzingly ironic thAt the CAmpbell Soup Co.,
owns the VlAssic Pickle PlAnt now.
Ah, sTILl Further, my microbus. A ’76. Miss thAt old cAr!
Garden Tonic: Red And Green Pepper, PArsley, CArrot, SpirulinA, Ginger.
DREAM: A Song. “You gottA use your plAnet wisely.”
I’m in A limo picking up hitch hikers.
I chArter A city bus with 50 dollAr bills.
It turns Around And picks up
A bunch of teenAgers
on their wAy to
A rock concert. Suddenly free to get in.
I wAke up going in.
POEM START: They wouldn’t let me visit you ClAyton
They wouldn’t let me visit you…
WhAt is the sound of one world dying?
If A world died, would it hAppen during peoples’ lifetimes
Or in between?
My wife sAys there IS no in between.
Ice Cube’s in Al’s Hummer
ClAssicAl guitar in A gArden cAfe
Nothing cAn Alter my newest course
Nodding in And out whenever Anyone clApped
Or A voice got dynAmic.
Wondering if Anyone in Wisconsin or NY
Remembers whAT wAmpum comes from.
If HArley went vegAn, hipster or something
would they chAnge their nAme to bArley dAvidson?
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journal poem 47 – by marco frucht
journal poem 47 – marco
Plywood windows
And Tyvek
It takes two semesters at a college to find out
An entire state is just too expensive
For a middle class person all by himself.
A great place to grow up
Just as great to retire in
But to make it? Oy!
Amway
Making the world safe for
Cleaning products
So they say an Avocado is 120 calories
And a grapefruit is 52.
Can a small bag of peanuts be about the same?
Strange parody: I compose words
To Django Reinhardt’s instrumental,
“Dapne.”
Here’s just a smidgeon:
Daphne, you do me wrong.
Daphne, oh daphne
I sing you this song
Because, well yes, because
you did me so badly,
I loved you so madly
But you slighted and spited and smote me so,
Maybe I’ll just sing along
Another
Some body named Daphne
Done me wrong song.
Does the phrase, “Hindsight is 20/20” hold up
If you’re nearsighted?
And Ashley Montagu will teach you how to curse.
Now I must ask, is Phemus famous or just well regarded?
Were you there when Red Auerbach told K.C. Jones,
“Think Yiddish, dress British.”
10 for i = 1-10
20 next i
30 go to journal poem #48
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01/11/2025
Journal Poem #55 – from Volume 2 of the upcoming Journal Poems
Journal Poem #55
from JournalPoems Volume 2.
Here I sit pensive, dark and dreary
In a restaurant so expensive
Airplane mode
Typing haikuish Poem
Sitting in window seat
Awaiting land.
So I told the pizza chef, listen I know you’re still trying
To develop the world’s greatest sourdough crust
But you’re not quite there.
At the risk of sounding offensive
I must tell you,
This dough just taste
Like Matzos without the salt.
He just smiled and said, old friend:
Let me remind you, since you’re the one who told me
Dale Carnegie was quoted saying,
“This isn’t a bagel, it’s a white bread with a hole.”
And it’s not his fault.
We all want a better car
A better car, we all want a better car
Isn’t it just a little offensive
We here in America
Unhappy with the car we have
We all want a better fone
A better fone than the one we have
It’s a bit much, we, here unhappy
With the fone we own
We all want a better house
House
House
Isn’t it wild
We, so unhappy with the house we got
A better job?
Yeah, we all want a better job
Want, want, want,
Think we need, so unhappy
With the job we keep
What we really want
and need,
And deserve?
Simply a better life.
https://www.reverbnation.com/marcfruchtpoet
https://soundcloud.com/atizine/journal-poem-21-frybread
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11/24/2024
FIELD RECORDING: Learning the Uke. Merry Minuet 2024-11-24
Here’s my newest upload, recorded it this afternoon at the beach.
Teaching myself ukelele the past 2 weeks.
It. has. been. so. much. fun!
Epiphone Les Paul Ukelele at the beach
https://soundcloud.com/atizine/field-recording-learning-the
I’m missing two of this cover’s chords and I still get tripped up trying to quickly form a chord on the uke but it was a guitar chord if you know what I mean.
I’m quite surprised, astonished maybe, at how quickly it’s coming together though.
Here, see what I mean.
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10/12/2024
Now Blogging at frucht.org and the Other Spots
Now blogging at:
http://www.frucht.org
http://www.marcosongs.com
and http://www.muffinbottoms.org
I need to finish teaching myself about webhosting before I can do more with all those but for now they all point to the same one spot.
I’ll try to say or do something at least once a week if I can.
Cheers,
marco frucht
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08/06/2018
Sharing Lyrics Of My Song Song.
Yes there’s Redundant Song, Hate A Song, Arms Song, Verseless Song, and Song Song.
Of all
of them, most are talking about my “Song Song,” lately. So I guess I should paste up lyrics.
I’d always hoped the bots and search engines would do it for me!
hehehehe.
Cheers, marco frucht songwriter, guitarist, poet and van driver.
I got a song I wrote today Thought up the music the other day Came with the words and the chorus line
I got a song it goes like this Sounds kinda country with a little bit o’ soul a little too mellow for rock and roll
I got a song I wrote in school Right in the middle of English class Added the music the following day
Here is my chorus line Not too bright but it’s catchy Listen to my chorus line Daddy Addy Oop Op Ay…
I got a song about politics Buerocrats and all them pricks All about how they get their kicks!
I got a song about sour grapes Kinda people who make you hate Just when you feel like callin’ it quits
[ CH ]
I got a song about hating guts Kinda people who drive ya nuts Just when you feel like beatin’ ’em up!
I got a song I’ll sing for you Only if you got a minute or two If you don’t then be on your way
[ CH ]
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05/12/2018
Blame your state’s governor for gas prices, not Trump or Obama.
Please don’t blame presidents for local summer gas prices. Governor Malloy and State legislators in both parties are to blame here, and I trust that the other 49 states have similar issues.
Back in 2014 I caught Governor Malloy in a lie right in a coffee shop, right in front of the New London Day newspaper, and he responded by dropping Groton’s gas prices for 5 or 6 months. It was nice while it lasted.
Asking Governor’s Promise He’ll Represent People Who Pay At The Pump
During his visit at Muddy Waters, Marc Frucht of Groton slipped Malloy a card with a list of gas prices, hoping he could inspire an investigation into price gouging.
“Right now we have the highest gas prices in the state,” Frucht said.
“Maybe it’s worth investigating. He said he was going to look at it.”
https://www.theday.com/article/20140818/NWS12/140819700
Well now that gas prices are soaring again we all seem to be busy trying to blame either Donald Trump or Barak Obama.
I guess that’s a natural first reaction. But if we think it through maybe cooler heads will prevail.
I’ll leave all that behind this round, and ask the following rhetorical question.
How come New London CT’s gas prices are so much higher than Grotons, and how come Groton’s are higher than the rest of Connecticut?
Again!
10am 12may 2018 Cumberland Farms regular fuel.
Groton 2.89 /gal
New London 3.06
Weathersfield 2.97
Fairfield 3.11
Holy cow! It looks to me this time that Hartford is even gouging Fairfield and passing on the savings to itself and Groton. 😛
Seriously though. Gas was 230 something in Groton a few months ago people. Will it go past 4 dollars this time? We managed to keep it from doing that the last time. I’m not even cautiously optimistic this time. I’ll have to research this more deeply when I can, this just scratches the surface really.
Cheers,
marco
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11/10/2017
Poem For Veterans Day
I stand here
One leg on the bottom step
On the stairs above me
Thinking deliberately
About just the right next moment
To lift my other leg
Just the right way
So my next step
Won’t trip me up
And leave me in a wheelchair
The rest of my life.
Every time
And I create this poem
As I think it.
hey vet
take a look at yourself
and smile at what you’re made of
we are the 99%
we gave 100%
110% really
ain’t a zero sum
game
ennit?
we get any real respect
or just buy one
get one free off the kiddy menu
at dennys and apple bees?
you say you support the troops?
where’s my frickin’ healthcare.
why am I missing teeth
when root canals would’ve cost you pennies on the dollar
why do bush and clinton and obama keep moving me in and out of Priority group 7!
when did the gi bill
become
in reality an insurance program
not a benefit
why does my college degree get me no new jobs
no raises
no additional health benefits
and no burial coverage unless I wanna just go in one of those statewide rows?
why does my eczema only respond to
agent orange meds
and I’m afraid to even find out if
gulfwarsyndrome
meds
would actually
get rid of it!
oh you fund raise off of me
you make yourself look good
you get yourself elected
you line your pockets
you say you support the troops
you wear your shed, right and true colors one day
you think a meanstreak
and you talk a mean line
and say you can’t thank me enough
then pardon
my
french
where’s
my fucking
healthcare.
and why are one out of four
homeless
panhandlers
and will-work4food signs
my brothers and sisters?
I’m a veteran
I’m the neo urban american warrior society
I bury my dead, I take care of children and elders
whether they’re mine or not
I think large thoughts on behalf of you and me and everyone else
And lastly me, really.
I’m the warrior society, the 99%, the bled, the light and the glue.
I served all of yall
I got your Veterans Day
hangin
right here.
roo ha!
[Hear this here…]=[http://youtube.com/watch?v=PFv6DtDLHPw]
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02/16/2017
Hungry Henry Have Not. A Very Old Poem
Have You Hugged Your Havenot Today?
The haves drive BMWs – Haves wear Reebox
Have nots drive push brooms
Have nots look like retreads
with their torn up
muddy disgusting Pro Keds
The haves have central
heating and hot and cold
running water in every room
Have Nots have no heat.
And the only running water now
Dribbles across the plywood
Shanties that have been flattened
Out by the borgouisey bulldozers
Haves have someone
Park their car while
They ascend the sidewalk to their state
Windowside meeting room
Havenots stretch gladbag leantos against
Park benches next to sidewalks.
Half their tent is a window
Haves drive off to the inner city
To look at blacker people and
Guatemalan refugees.
They smile and offer their Beamer
saying, “Let’s go see how the other half “lives.”
Have nots don’t have to go anywhere.
They just poke their heads out the leanto
And watch the Honorable Harry Have,
Walking up the sidewalk to his whispering
Windowside committee room.
Harry Have happens to have
So much compassion, he’s
Head of a commissioned meeting
Discussing what to do
With all these hopeless homeless
Have Nots.
Hungry Henry Havenot
Was about to use the donation
Whoopie Goldberg gave him from
Comic Relief.
Enforcement agents sort of
Misplaced the money when they
Violently locked up
Hungry Henry Havenot
For Loitering.
Harry Have comes from a long history of Haves.
Aristocrats from
Waaaaaayyyyyyyyyy back.
Hungry Henry Havenot’s mom had him when she was 12.
She left him somewhere near the beach,
And couldn’t find him.
Her mom was a child abuser
And her mom was too.
And so was her mom.
Wow.
Sounds like a terrible problem those
Russians are having, huh?
Hmmm…
I’m pretty sure I was talking about here.
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