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August 15th 1969

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August 15th 1969

The open window's single glazed panes rattle
in tune to the vibe of a steel guitar.
The twelve by twelve dorm room seethes with hormones 
amongst the mattressed floor's limb woven lovers and dust bunnies.

Though the mornings light is barred full entrance to the room 
by the buildings overhang and the western exposure.
The nicotine and marijuana stained drop-shades defy the light
scratching edgily to the Stratocaster’s reverb.

A backwash of blues, overlaid 
with the likes of a pipe organ’s squeal;
wretches sleep from drug addled brainpans.

As a bushy-haired, black mans long fingers pluck
a machine-guns rat-a-tat tat and a Huey's blade thwop.

“Oh say can you seeeeeeeeeeee….” echos off the vinyl
through the ether and into future draftees hung-over dreamscape.
A proud, cursing, sacrilegious rendition…….

“by the dawns early light …………"

Feather pillows are pulled over shoulder length hair
as “bombs bursting in air…………."
The musical phrase hits a long-noted pause 
as visions of napalmed children scream 
  through the Daliesque dream
into the reality of Jimi’s throng.

“o’er the land of the free………and the home of the brave.”

*The first day of Woodstock..I didn't go :( good girls? stayed at school.

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  1. Date: 12/4/2011 7:39:00 AM
    D.G., I got it, I heard it, "good girls/boys" or not, that was a special time, and Jimi was a revolution for electric guitar. "amongst the mattressed floor's limb woven lovers and dust bunnies"...great line, good vision. ;-)

  1. Date: 12/1/2011 11:29:00 AM
    An inetresting post here debbie..!

  1. Date: 12/1/2011 9:45:00 AM
    ahhhhh, I see! Hormones...lovers...bunnies! Of course! :-) I am a teen of the eighties. Not nearly as interesting. A time of self-absorbtion... should do well

  1. Date: 12/1/2011 8:06:00 AM
    Hi Deb, though I missed Woodstock also, it had nothing to do with being a "good girl," I was simply too young to go alone. Your poem reminded me of another time though, the night before I enlisted into the Army, they put us up in a hotel in down town Seattle, and the city does not sleep. Hugs, Catie :) Soupmail :)

  1. Date: 11/30/2011 10:21:00 PM
    Debs, I know of JImi, but not the time of his death. Was this a scene you just imagined he was part of? What was the significance of this date? All I can remember is the moon landing in July and woodstock was sometime in that summer too. Nice one!

    Guzzi Avatar Debbie Guzzi
    Date: 12/1/2011 7:08:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    This is what I was doing where I was on the first day of Woodstock, I didn't go, i was too much of a 'good girl' LOL though obviously not that good!
  1. Date: 11/30/2011 8:54:00 PM
    Debbie, this is just awesome. Is it something you just wrote or is it an earlier write? I liked the 2nd to last line so much that I wanted it to end there. Literally, only one thing threw me out of your poem... dust bunnies. The words felt so 'soft' compared to the hardcore, in your face style of this piece. Perhaps, something like... grimy texts... or ... hmmm... something about study.... relative theories, for example. Sublime as is!