So yes, I have hit the wall - many times I've reached down in the darkness and found the bottom was still another 100 feet below me and all I can say with a hint of ambivalence "...man what a trip, what a journey..." And all the introspective chatter and cliches passing thru the test …
Category: Beat Generation / Wise Ass
Walking On Shallow Water
Walking on shallow water Out in a deep blue sea Sweeping transparent views Earth and all its brilliance A distant shining light For the lost and lonely Draped in silk spun cloth Spun the way tales are Carefully weaved Tight intricate knots The High and Mighty Swirling poignant scent Of blessed incense Permeating the air …
Blanche DuBois
A dimly lit room typical bar room glow Maybe, candles flickering - couldn't tell you... mood lighting keeps things soft, keeps life from appearing ...to harsh as per Blanche DuBois Music playing something in the background - for ambiance? Maybe not... I'm never sure of much when my focus is slightly off kilter Anxiety rises, …
The Edge
Cafe Dark Nights For the sleek and slender Of mind and heart The scent of cappuccino And espresso brewing Poured seductively Into delicate imported Fine China cups Intellectual chatter floats As light as a feather From table to candle lit table With a Beatnik snap Of the fingers - an antiquated signal Of artistic approval …
Small Boy Tender
Small boy tender child Wide brown eyes With an angelic smile… That could melt butter - in his mouth While dripping sweet Saccharine like words Of lies and deceit One push Slight of hand Reaches out To be held - poor little sister Cracked skull Echoed cries and life ...swing in the balance Baby dolls …
King And Queen Of The Prom
I can walk down the street with my wings glistening in the moonlight and my skirt hiked up to Heaven I can carry a tune and write the lyrics with my eyes glazed over from the lack of empathy One hit wonder fly by night captivator feet never firmly planted on the ground Surround sound …
Just Another If I could
If I could I would... Sell everything I own Close all my bank accounts Never pay taxes that would fund another war Let my hair grow long and wear it in dread locks Sleep on the beach under a sky filled with stars Spend endless hours walking the shoreline collecting sea glass and shells Once …
Angel Women
you look at Me Us Them with distaste that lingers and always falls away with an echoing vibration sounds of objection rejection a judgment of values integrity who are you to place the burden of your own dysfunction lacking onto a generation of Angel Women with Wings of Gold that carried us from sticks and …
Same Old
Stumbling down the road I don’t waste time looking back But, the past is like a dog with an unforgettable bone …just wont give it up or let it go And not that any of it matters They say I am where I’m supposed to be; according to the universe, biorhythms and time charts, even …
Trilby Yates 