Wild Atlantic Way
The sea, slowly surging, crashing, claiming;
Waves endlessly corroding, consuming;
Rocks deeply wrinkling and age defacing;
Seaweed lashing as in a gale swirling.
The sky steaming, magically misting;
Demons forming, twisting, disappearing.
The wind wailing, dementing, high pitching.
Gritty greys powdering, sunlight blotting.
The land shouldering, cringing, succumbing;
The shore crumbling, earth shuddering;
Green browning, fertility unearthing;
Sweet Flowers depetalling, uprooting.
All Mankind hiding, sheltering, fearing;
In homes, tortoising under heavy slate,
Praying for nature’s fury to abate,
Begging the Wild Atlantic way to ease.
Should I have known
I would have slept till next dawn
That I would have gained not at end day
No sign of gay not even at the bay
Oh what a wasted day
I trek a mile
But all that while across I come no smile
All swollen are and sullen
The weather dementing, so it is in readiness
To suck out the happiness
Oh what a wasted day
In all I try to do I err
Where success is near others deter
Where I lie and seek rest
Irritating chatterboxes are at best
In music I seek console
But am greeted with news of sorrow
Oh! should I have known,
The misery of the day today
I would have slept till the NEXT DAWN! ! ! ! ! !
sprinkled
on our heads
sugar
on
a
frosty
cereal
making it all as sweet as possible
making the smokescreen as thick
as the best psychedelic light show
fogging up the stage
dementing our vision with tales of things
that never really happened &
coating them with flavorful language that
chills us with wonder,
numbing all of our questions
so that we may sleep the soundest sleep that we ever have
tonight---
oh
munch them right up
munch
munch
munch them
with a big fat smile that advertisers search far & wide for
munch
munch
munch &
please the deceit machine---
and by all means,
when you’re done,
be sure to ask for a second helping.
My mind is racing
Full throttle
Careening
Out of control
Remembering
Reliving
Recounting
All the memories are a blur
Haze
Fog
Like a drunken beggar
Yearning for more
Lacking the resources
Still intoxicated
By yesterday's bottle
Of notes
Quotes
Anecdotes
Cemented in memory
Stolen by time
Leaving only their bittersweet remnants
Hammering at the heart
Dementing the mind
Shattering the soul
'Til all that's left
Is what you see
The slow
Sadistic
Torture
Of
Me