Sunday, November 30, 2014

Jackie and Jack


In the Canyon and Garrapata,
I witnessed two idols fall,
Dissolved as if by acid,
Both by choice, with alcohol.


Jack, my surrogate father,
Was only a dream I had….
Aloof, drunk and deserting
No different from my dad.


So many conflicting memories
Under the Bixby Creek Bridge… 
I still envisioned a future,
Far beyond that Big Sur ridge.


Jack, you are still my hero,
Tarnished, but a part of me…
And then, there’s the father I hated;
Another genius, time set free.






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