Whoa a romantic story,
and escapist relics.
Devoid, the symbols of lilac,
subsequent disregard and psychodelic.
A young girl dressed in a diaphanous mimic,
relaxing within a hermetic Edwardian.
Whoa interested in classical aesthetics,
and the myth of Artemis.
While some cultural pubics,
connoting romance in Aramic.
Summer, sunshine, flowers
and flatpicking is idyllic.
Whoa Luminous and skyscraping,
tone of the past.
It evokes bittersweet nostalgia.
Without a fair amount of love beforehand,
I did.
"Intermission: Flutterby Reveille"
Impromptu like a moth
pale words flutter out of his
psychodelic mind
curious funny flutterby…
for a second then, I didn't move,
deadpan, I said,
"... try again with some panache, some style"
incredulously, I smiled,
he's tripping guitar leads
counting long-tooth years
and numbers between drum beats
here no rest for the wicked, we...
hear pretty worded poets
walk on tip toe
balancing wet bars
on bipolar tightropes
shaking up and banging upside down
all the pretty snowglobes
In his land of silent muses
driving as he wrote
Singing “Every Little Breeze Seems to Whisper Louise's”
Pushing the envelope
aside, he writes,
retirement is a caged zoo
he gets high on cryptic puzzles
and cracking her
Sudoku
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Breakfast Reveille:
The Angels, “Take a Long Line”
https://youtu.be/4LdZAK2Rfkg
The Angels, “Rhythm Rude Girl”
https://youtu.be/4bWsbCpCwOg
The Angels, “Rhythm Rude Girl”
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/angels/rhythmrudegirl.html
mutedly i uttered as the silence filled the air
i confidently stuttered as i left to go nowhere
reached where i started before i left the end
crumbled broken hearted and i never had a friend
laid awake dreaming of the things ive never seen
a melancholly feeling of a place ive almost been
seen the setting sun in the middle of the night
bravely turned and run every time i had to fight
listened to the silence as i spoke without a voice
turned away from violence if i didnt have a choice
eagerly i slumbered as i wasted precious breath
on moments duely numbered from birth until my death
i guess what im implying in my own distorted view
these words i am supplying although to me are true
are just constanations from a psychodelic brain
none have destinations or define me to be sane
just see it as a guide to defer against your own
so you wont have to hide and feel that your alone
inside we all are deeper wrapped in concious skin
a different shallow sleeper always lies within
Torn,
Some may equate logic with fear?
A dorable smile with beautiful hair,
Hooks are those as you suppose them that bring you down
Loops are those in high abode with halo to bring you up
Socieatal logic leads one to fear then to death no reasonable quest
Captivated with a smile cause you know all the while the solution
A grant toward the quest for a revolution,
Barbed wire fences in defenses through varied trances
No second chances toward a visible resolution
I'm in a trance toward a flirt of romance in vibrant abode
Just as you suppose.
Hooks shoot to kill in some side walk skill
Loops to scoop shooting hoops eating fruit loops
Gone are the days in purple haze weary from some psychodelic faze
Loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips crazy trips
In want then torn to desolation pearhaps I'm in need of a break on a long vacation
Hook & loops sexy suit shoot to thrill
Hook & loops2 come to a theatre near you!
Gone are the days with Sid & Nancy
Nothing fancy got my pants all nasty,
Hooks are from the devil & loops are from God
Next time you see me I'll be down on the Dune's on the Cape next to Cape Cod!
You know when you get my age nothing seems to go right
The first problem I had I thought I was losing my sight
I saw this girl she looked as pretty as can be
Then when she got up close I said "OH LORDY ME"
Then I started having problems with my right hand
A knot came up on the back of it and the pain oh man
It seems like it started going to sleep on me
I'd shake it and I'd rub it then I said "OH LORDY ME"
The next thing that happened was the pain in my hip
I took so much medicine I stayed on a psychodelic trip
The pain seemed to go down to my back and my knee
I'd just grit my teeth and say "OH LORDY ME"
Then of all things my knee went out on me
It was weak and bowed like a branch on a tree
I couldn't stand or walk it just went limp you see
OH MY, OH MY, I said "OH LORDY ME"
Now I'm afraid to even get out of bed
I know these problems are getting to my head
I might as well roll over and play dead you see
Nothing is working right anymore "OH LORDY ME"
I pray Almighty,
my freakazoid parents
the self-proclaimed-pulpits
of puritanical pious
and pompous selfish
keep their cult like claws
away from my throat,
and respect my
sanctimonious death wish.
Otherwise, I may have to kill them.
Or at least break their hearts.
I am with that crazy ass Pope.
Let them pull the plug!
Draft me not for life support
puncutated by agonizing bedsores.
And Heaven forbid,
please keep me from them
dragging my fragile bones
disgracefully through the courts
and turning my private slip
into a public script.
Please, please, please,
I pray they leave
my morphine shell alone.
Let me sleep
in sweet psychodelic dreams.
Let me sleep in peace.
Amen.
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