Dallas ,your scarlet
floods Jacky's dress,
and a trip to hell
has to be paid for in verdigris .
that's the price for a home under
the sun of Arlington ...
the kids of Manhattan
have a tea with the che ,
Hendrix smokes a pot with Satan ,
graceful death jump Janis !
Patchouli -scented birdies
offer the undecency
of their dancing nipples
to bearded guys that made
the towers of power laugh ...
Baal's devotees are still
in gesticulations ,
and the white house
turns into a barbed doll whirl ..
''Ich bin ein Praliner ! ''
I am not ready to climb
that damn mountain
along the path laid out
by my needy elders ,
Waterloo dreary plain...
My teddy bored on the road
to Morrison ...
Would I stil be in this world at 27 ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 3rd, 2023 08:31
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Comments3
Excellent. I like the painting you did with words.
thanks. painting from the good old days ?
A real journey back in time. Delightful!
thanks dear .Ultimately I didn't join the 27 club !
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