What the old know the young don’t believe the wiles of youth are not lost on the wise: as a busy farmer sees a fox does not call his dog or get a gun the old allow freedom, turn a blind eye The young wonder is life always like this, the elders say, not […]
Just Listen & Relax.
Light in a sapphire over exquisite wine campfire-light and shadows on a redwood grove, Daughter of Ceto naked in the ferns waterfall pouring behind you guarding the portals of Salmon Creek sun of all worlds our fiery heart Diablo winds coming in news of a fire somewhere, Big Sur summer. […]
I have this thing about Patti Smith Her street punk poetry With back alley images And anger towards righteousness Mixed down into a driving beat I have this thing about Annie Lennox Her rhythmic’s sweet dreams From a thousand twisted beauties Shrouded in powdered nudity Layered through aural sound barriers I have this thing about […]
Do you ever look in the mirror and not know who you are? Then shuffle this to your ear, upbeat of the backstreet. Handgun this to your head, drugs in the club alley, It’s hard, hardcore Hard to the core of the heart, and I’m so cool I make ice shiver! Yeah.. for […]
The future never arrives on time When it does It’s not what I expect: A walk in the park, A punk grrrl In pink Mohawk Lifts her green skirt Shows me some blue bush… Runs off laughing, I laugh too. I guess she wanted to shock me Give me a thrill, I don’t know. I […]