Four Warm Sunny Days of Mid November
I know what it’s like
to love and hate
To be late – at quarter
past ten
When a girl crazy in love
has stomach pains
Cringing in anxious shame
wanting only you
Like an uneaten friend
brought to bed
Covers over their head
Needing to be fed some
wanton attention
A constitutional desire
for elevation
To be taken higher from
your desire
To be held in time with
infinite space around
…
In what direction do we go?
Gravitating toward the moon
Where continental tides
do flow
from a heart lighted with love.
Wings from a dove
Well below it trying to cut
Flight of FREEDOM –
weighing whoever is weak
down, down, down.
A pilot in a suitcase,
Canary in a coalmine,
Jack in the box, Garlic
Necklace and silver daggers
… Keith Richards
&
Mick Jagger – On the
Road in some sunny
American town – acting
The part of poet & clown
… adoration from Morrison
Dancing on fire w/ a girl in a gown
People on trial.
There is war.
Revolution misunderstood.
Hollywood realities.
I only care if she smiles at me.
What time could this be?
Yes, you, Mr. Lawrence Ferlinghetti!
Is it here and now?
Do you have the correct time?
Do you have a clue?
I don’t need rescued!
I know what’s inside of you.
I’m for REVOLUTION OF THE MIND
-(Times that by Nine)-
That’s how much I hate.
How often I’m late.
How I never berate.
That’s how much I love
How many rubs?
My golden rod in exile
Somewhere south of Spain