Somewhere along my way
I come across this wanderer
a bit dodgy and hairy .
His meager luggage
stowed at the shoulder
like a sailor touching land ...
I've recognized you ,
reflection of myself
lost in an illusion of movement,
mask of pain on the suffering of a birth...
Somewhere along my way ,
Led Zeppelin,stopped to give me
on mile of sky ,that I believed in
and abandoning myself
to the voluptuousness of a smoke
as blue as the hell ...
Somewhere along my way ,I met a love
who deposited in my passport
a forever visa with no return ...
Death wasn't waiting for me yet .
Somewhere along my way ,
picking up the hours with this insane twin
who told me :
'' So nice to bite you ! ''
Morrison introduced me to his only friend
that I owned for one night
before heading out into the day
like a survivor .
Now I've come to the end of the road
and all that's I left is the somewhere ...
Bluish visas on the journey ,
lying me about Kathmandu and Ibiza...
rusty ship asleep on the quay ,
no longer dreaming of departures.
Kerouac rolls one in
on his way to nowhere ...
Are we just avatars of Mandrake the magician ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 14th, 2024 08:38
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Comments4
This poem has a rich, reflective character, conveying the spirit of a way that is both physical and existential in nature. A way full of illusions, impermanence and fleeting moments where you encounter different facets of yourself and the world around you, leaving behind a trail of encounters and losses.
The shipwreck of a generation's illusions !
Great write
Thank you Tony !
You're welcome
In reading this, I feel like I have just come out of a purple haze of the 60s even though it speaks of a blue haze may be more modern. I like the last line and it provokes thought about avatars all together
I like to think of blue as the color of hell !
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