Wit to follow the ranting
A quick snap of well groomed fingers
Leads to a night of thoughtless debauch
Gin and tonic, toxic
The ravings of a crippled genius go un-silenced
Into countless hours of near dawn
As some post romantic modernist sensibility comes into viewing
The morning star of a literary era dawns
Damning the foreborn creations
Is it Ishtar,
Or is it Lucifer?
Is it Whitman,
Or is it Bukowski?
That I found stumbling about my mind
In a craze I long to know,
A rage, an obsession, a vogue ,
Without the rancid sense of trend
That I am hoping
To find seeds to sow.
A quick snap of well groomed fingers
Leads to a night of thoughtless debauch
Gin and tonic, toxic
The ravings of a crippled genius go un-silenced
Into countless hours of near dawn
As some post romantic modernist sensibility comes into viewing
The morning star of a literary era dawns
Damning the foreborn creations
Is it Ishtar,
Or is it Lucifer?
Is it Whitman,
Or is it Bukowski?
That I found stumbling about my mind
In a craze I long to know,
A rage, an obsession, a vogue ,
Without the rancid sense of trend
That I am hoping
To find seeds to sow.
zode:
Any set theme from you would be refreshingbut how about something with a literary or poetic theme seeing that many of your posts are your poemsLibrary??? Books??? Quill Pen??? Jack Kerouac