Thursday, February 10, 2011

Words That Scream


I did not exist in Emily’s era,
Or in the world of Robert Browning…
The words in my life were Ginsberg’s,
Kerouak’s, and Natalie drowning.

Dylan, Joni, Cohen and Nyro,
Blueprinted our lives in words,
Directing newly awakened masses,
Like sheep into funneled herds.

I find now that I am older,
Much simpler chains of thought…
Were often more heroic,
Than the intellect we bought.

“I can gather all the news I need,
From the weather report”…
“Rickey don’t lose that number”:
All thoughts now banned in Beiber’s court.

1 comment:

  1. That is a haunting graphic. Did you draw it?

    AA

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