Come
exploring, the trail less traveled if they exist Adorned with orange
Brown
Red
Yellow
And
other blends of autumn
Oh
and green
Kids
going wild in Taunton, cramming the ally
Sucking
down cigarettes and hollering into each
Others
eyes
While
music and a bar running low on ice jive with the madness
Amplifiers
blasting and hot wires and cables around as if a web from a drunken spider got
spun on the floor
A
smooth
Thick
Black
Web
Beers
splashing out of their hands all over the floor
The
mad kids from Taunton carrying the dark night away as in the arms of their
girls and away from the city lights the next morning there is blood in the
headlines with nine years of war
Out
to big dream sea
Floating
with a companion down a sleepy dream
Blue
Hill Avenue before the rise of sun planet
I got
to the office, and told the lady I was going to grab some lunch before lunch,
so I drove over to Cedar Street talked with my old man about the depressing
articles in the Boston Globe
He
drank hot water from the kettle while I got sugared up on some coffee
The
community and kids
Getting
gunned down and the hush of not knowing
The
guy in Ohio that could not get a vein for lethal injection
Then
my old man said
“Shooting
them works”
So
the guy in Ohio, they poke him with needles for two Hours then decide to
re-configure procedure of lethal Injection
That’s
it I’m out
Bring
a book or something or just move next year some Place
Surreal
with nature flourishing with tornados
I
could tell Her (G) to meet in the middle
Between
the jaws
Or
something smooth
That
rolls our bones
Hey
you
Rainbow
lover getting lost in a waterfall going creek-Side
To be
lazy in the field lost
Among
so many blooms fading on the last suckle of summer with dirty shoes tracking in
the mud and dirt
Oh
well
Really
well
I
start through the halls to stay out of the pouring rain
Then
the loud speaker comes on
“Mr.
Justin Johnson please report to the main office!”
Dang
Almost made it, I walk backwards and the office secretary requests that I stay
in the library or teachers lounge, the lounge is dark with misery of those bad
breathed breathers lurking around with cowboy coffee and desire to get the hell
in there with the buzz.
I
chose the library, which was empty besides well
Books
Computers
A
librarian
Electric
sleep, which reminds me that I didn’t get much
Last
night
Last
morning up and in a shower with the window open so I can see the shrubs and
garbage cans.
Trees
going wild
Rushing
and dripping heavy beads off their leaves
Tossed
and turned gripping their roots into the mud
Deep
and wide from here to here
They
rage outside the window so it is all right to be inside while its dull outside
Grey
day
Grey
pants
Say
it is so
How
she (G) lingers
How
she moves
Does it happen more than what seams
To be a brief moment in this life-time
I saw a large flock of crows
Going about from wires to trees
In the dawn hours these crows
Silhouetted against the dark hazy
Grey
Blue
Morning
I
finished a peasant meal and walked slowly out of the 24 hour coffee joint still
thinking about the large flock of crows and smoked a cigarette out of the rain
Everyone
is cool, the plumbers and the Iron workers
Their
bosses, and their suits
Ties
go a choking
Nice
shoes the whole deal
Steal
toes
With
all this talk about spirits I really love
Love
I put
your (G) headphones on and told you that I like
This
song
Walking
through these deserted streets
Got a
whistle coming out my teeth
Run
around up the hill YELLING
Just
for fun
Show
me your world and I’ll show you the hell of it
The
cold a grey are coming on strong with everything
In
its place
Feeling
as tho breath is slipping and beat perhaps it is
Just
a mood
Danced
out all the whiskey then started walking to far In the middle of the night
Walked
until it was to cold to talk on the phone
Catching
the lawn on fire
Cambridge
Massachusetts at 3 am with dried cold
Sweat
stinking up my pants
Click
ticking all day the Internet connections buzzing
And
humming
Click
Click
Click
We
can take care of each other (G) and murder the Depressive chaos of it all.
Oh
wait
No
It is
just typical Ha!
I’ll
throw on a smile
And
believe that it is all-all-right
Lost
at a mutiny of the mind
Drove
out in a rain storm pealing out of the slopped
Driveway
The
freezing rain pouring down
It
was so difficult getting out of that 48-degree angle of
The
most terrible ideal of a drive that I kno longer keep My VW in slip in slide
I
almost gave up and stayed in Boston
Then
spinning some burning rubber and steam coming
Off
the rotten leaves I blasted Ol’ Butter-clutch (VW)
Out
of the Drive with the stereo Blasting
I
took a breath that I thought about
Anxious
and I soothe to calm
At
stop lights I searched for matched or something to
Light
my last cigarette
Mad
matches yet no striker
So I
pulled over in a puddle and bought a lighter
Two
dollars seamed real steep for a lighter
I
took a big squeeze and let the rain come into
The
window
Kept
Herbie coming through the boom box and
The
rain through the window
Trailing
the mist off the autos in the front I passed and
And
gunned it to 80 miles an hour with wide-eyes and
Floated
feet spraying that gasoline turbo booster
Keeping
the wiper speed less than turbo so that my
Heart
rate would remain slow and easy
Peeled
exit 13 off
Driving
in the October rain seams such a mission in the
Old
jalopy feel getting washed out
Terror
Burrowing
under a quilt and I did not move much
Super
thoughts and day-mars
Tall
and slender
Long
legs laced with black lace leggings with those rose
Floral
designs
Black
sunglasses
Superior
confidence waiting in lines
And
then everyone talks of the slush
They
(GP’s) call up from Texas said they saw sno
On
the football field in Massachusetts on the television
She
walked in and that stuck
As
moss nestles in the swamp
The
last of the peasant meal was the tomato seeds
Green
tea’s its winter and its
Well
Still
autumn
Hot
drink time
Got
to tell them to make it extra chocolate-lee
Rich
and dark
Hot
on my tongue smooth going down
Celebratory
dance once my lips have met yours
Sugar
down at the bottoms
So
darling your sweetness is the last to decide to leave
For
ever
Ideals
shot off the sword
Shields
made of great teeth
Showing
smile
Deflecting
useless sorrows
Everyone
is cool when it turns night
The
dance lights go flash and strobe with wild faces
I can
still smell
I can
taste the ill feeling rock of ice over rum and cokes
I can
still feel that bottle on the way western just a bit
Over
Island
The
Rhode
Boarder To
Massachusetts
East
gone to chasing the sun with those hurricane
Waves
of the summer that never was
Rush
To
the BAR
How
did we get it when we (cool) so cool getting a
Long
Island ice tea seconds with Cape Cod-Ders
Getting
that greasy smell coming up to my nose
I can
still taste the lips of a (G) kiss on the beat
In-between
the stricken move of hips and sips of
Our
seemingly large and knock out Long Island’s
I can
still see the lighter hit a Camel taking a drag
Swing
the arm twist and shout with the oh so sweaty
Vintage.
Swing
and spin getting the bodies close cigarettes
Stomped
out
Drink
thrown down and cups kicked over to the edge
Yes
baby we got both hands to move and
Yes
baby grab my face
Twist
and twirl I really enjoyed throwing in a high kick
With
passion in the eyes and sweat off the chin
Thrust
back and look to the strobe and those green
Pumps
flash
Another
cigarette with the nightlong
I can
still smell the beer and sweat and cool
Years
dancing away on the beaten floor of
CLUB
HELL!
It
was our thing all the (G) friends came out we packed
Into
station wagons and VW’s with Vodkas going down
I was
eighteen years old
Made
up with a rhythm that I loved to dance with (G)
When
that memory smell comes in
When
I can smell the inside of my nose and it has its
Own
distinct nurture of wow the inside of my body
Stinks
When
being cool was running up hoping not to wait in
In
the freezing providence night of February
No
reason to bring in a sweatshirt
We
sweat our brains out and drank our hearts out
It is
the point to rush in fun so
I did
not dwell on the rapid-manic-ness on dance
I
don’t really have any place to be right now
The
beauty of it
On a
bench on the statue walk with the sun eating through the leaves and
Commonwealth Avenue
Humming
with vehicles and hurried people
Have
not moved much
Frayed
ropes on fire held upon the
Cliffs
above the sea crashing on
Boulders
Bones
and
Old
diesel motors
SOo
fancy
Wicked
fancy
Its
hot,
Glutton
gettin pints and bars of chocolates and ice Cream!
Peasants
can be gluttons a day or two.
Thinking
bout you.
The
summer that never was
Hitting
the past with a cheap beer can and a whirl wind
And
then the now
With
wonderings and holidays
Dog
duty tomorrow, thats what i've been told
Halla
Freaking
out, babies in the house, families from the Roots of mid-west
Riding
Oklahoma
Texas
Massachusetts
Ocean
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November
here we come
To an
end
And
will it ever
Ever
tomorrow
To
think where these hands have gone
Into
the softest of touch
Onto the
sharpest of blood drawing blades
Into
the dirtiest motors of 1940’s MG’s
Onto
to the laces of shoes driven from Rhode Island
To
The
Highways 80 through
&
To
40
through
South
Pennsylvania
Into
the mouth of her pulling at the inside of her cheeks
Onto
the curves and blonde tiny hairs which not quite
Micro-yet leave peaks and turns
Into
you
Her
When
with
I on
Get Get
Into I
You
For
split melting seconds of quite hurricane-ed images
Of
the ocean
Onto
the power of how its swells carry my body
Into
my mind with rolodex flips of
Solid
passion
It
overcomes me.