Long Hippie Poems

_ a symphonic, folk rock, blues song
1.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm looking in the places
Where the people say love...

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Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment

Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound...

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Woke up this morning
 on the wrong side of the tracks.
Left out leaving for all the right reasons
 and all the wrong facts.

Caught a ride with a traveling preacher
 in a beat up van.
Said he...

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Random frames
my brain
in polypathic goo
refusing to decompositionally chew
enough to defog mystery
of randomness
coincidence
co-arising evolution
of a fuller consciousness revolution.

Prickly head
with gooey heart
suboptimizing when they are apart
and are not speaking
to where they might find
a more accurate midway mine.

When...

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I know this may surprise some of you.
Not all.
It’s not going to surprise my besties.
But for others,
Let me be the bearer of a
Little surprise nugget of
Information.
I am OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE.
Some of my obsessions are:
Have as many...

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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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A subtle numbness overtakes my senses. I feel a slight heavy weight fall upon me in the gentlest of ways, almost like you’re wearing a fur coat in a meat locker and someone’s pissing on...

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Some Danced Down Lanes, In That Hippie Holocaust

Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost 
some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust".
O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin
with...

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AntiPoem 36
“Silent Mercies”

(Poet’s Instruction: Softly play in the background Mario Lanza singing
“Your Tiny Hand Is Frozen” from Puccini’s La Boheme, while reading this AntiPoem)


A

Look over there.
See the stunned grandmother knitting,
Not speaking a word neither, nor...

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“…Let the sunshine (and let the sun shine on in)
Let the sunshine in (You got to open up your heart)…"
-- From Aquarius, by The 5th Dimension


The times they were a-changing,
an age of great unrest.
A Ball...

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I was born in Sunny Southern California, in the hottest month of the year! cries out my mother.  California is known for its drought season; one we just came out of, it lasted four...

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Crocheting needles waved her fingers from a self-disclosed mind

Texture and pattern set lines like predictive text and autocorrect

Wool over her eyes would know how to stitch up her soul-scape

No matter whether blanket or poncho woollen...

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Crackling tension filled the community hall in Abergavenny 

‘We are in this together dear folks for a pound or a penny’

Speaking of which the loos were situated right behind the bar

To ensure that urinal relief...

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all the stuff going on that motel was heating up but the locksmith didn't speak
Irish too well & besides he got drunk & robbed the wrong merry-go-round anyway...
Sigh
Banal as it might seem, it's not how...

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Things have really progressed since my childhood,
Some changes are tremendous, some just no good.
When we baby boomers were young TV has just begun,
It came after the Great World War, our parents young then.

In the early...

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The crowd crushed ruthlessly to the exit when darkness had fallen into disrepair

Made way through a tunnel of gloom and abandoned him and his sunken feeling

‘Better to stay clear of his sadness it might be...

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Could it be that two city streets meet at a portal
of awakening that leads to enlightenment?
May your next frontier be "Inter-Be" discovery.

Nearly forty years ago on July twenty-fifth,
working in the center city of Philadelphia
I was...

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He doesn't believe in the Loch Ness Monster 
This revelation occurs six orgasms into my visit and totally kills the mood 
I say "But at least you can acknowledge that we don't know like for...

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OFFENSIVE !!


Gus Ferenski had a problem. It was a beautiful day outside. The rebel sun gazing down 
like a peeping Tom. 
The factory air, fresh and clean 
as a San Francisco hippie. 
The leaves were...

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Moon flower

You lay on white cotton sheets with the hospital logo imprinted
on the cloth and on the fabric of your life talcum powder for
your bed sores anorexic washed out gastric spittle dribbling
from ulcerous mouth facing...

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Another Tale Of Musical Madness...

It was in the early seventies...
My friend and rhythm guitar man,
Mark Trotiner, worked in a well
known musician store in NYC...
Another one of those so rare
"light up the room types"-
He played great...

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My Daughter Breezy Baby

Breezy baby your my little girl 
Your my best friend and my whole world
You are my oldest my first born child
Your spirit untamed its beautiful and wild 
You remind me of a...

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Jacaranda Moon

He had always been a wannabe hippie at heart
                         ...

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Frankly Speaking

There is a couple on the beach, they have a small room, been on the beach for years, suffered through the worst of it. They have been through every phase. The Hippie, the war...

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Erasure Poem 
So many fake Indians these days
Elizabeth Warren is one
And according to my DNA results
I am too

But my grand-parents spoke Cherokee my mom claims
And they disappeared into the hills 
She claims

Is the DNA test...

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