I've seen broken badges and crippling lust I've tumbled down highways of childlike trust Come take me a-ramblin' through smoke-rings of dust Come take me away in a tie-dyed bus A mescaline rapture of love will combust An ethereal vision, a pipe-dream of us.
I like your style of writing. I remember that you said Ginsberg was one of your inspirations, right? This poem really has a good sound when read aloud. It's chocka block full of imagery and says a lot in few words. I think my favourite line is this one. It speaks to me. This is a great poem, and would probably sound equally good to music. I can't praise it enough. Peace, A.
Great imagery in this.. it's so simple, but it has a definite beat. Like pp said I can see it to music. Nice work
Wind made of rusty nails,pour on with wood and throes of creation. Heavy arm,touching the angel.Blind nakedness over cotton sheets. Mirages of wool and soldiers of ceramics.Sin and Love.He is wise and dark like a mahogany.Touching-unreal.Not soft...far far away.Marble waves holding her...he is jealous from the sun.Heavy arm and Blind nakedness over cotton sheets.Abstractly inlove with him. Inposible love. Lonely sky. Wild moon. Pation. Blind nakedness over cotton sheets.
