seeing the MISFITS in 1997
off to the punk gig
bacardi in the back seat
lots of funny colors
in lots of funny hair styles
stop for some grinds & margaritas
a bar-b-que...
man says,
"COME ON...Let's hit the fuckin'road"
pile in to vehicles
thru the hollywood wierdness
more backseat rum under camoflauge
of tinted glass
park and piss
stumble into WAY too hip club
attack bar in seconds
ale
another ale
4 more and life is okay
somehow end up backstage
more ale
wow you have pills?
i'll take one..
ooh the dull fades to calm
the night fades away
the punk becomes a frat party
wake up in early afternoon
dressed still wearing shoes
thank the gods i'm in MY bed
time says mid afternoon
the next day
wow
that was some gig huh?
-/\- - Lob 4:29p 7/21/97 HB, CA
ROAD TO TOMORROW
As she places
the final stone
on the road
she has been building...She says it is time
for her to travel this road.and as swiftly as
the pavement has dried
and stretched itself away..
she makes her final decision
to take a walk on down
those old cobblestones,
to see what was there
when last she traveled,
when it was dark,
and sight was ellusive.I cry
hard and quick
so that no one will see
I hold her close
and whisper into ear
that I understand
I've watched her a year and a day
building that old road
asked many a times for knowledge
as to where it goes...
and with faraway eyes
and a sip of her tea,
a slight glipse of a smile
trying to creep into the frame,
she would tell me she didn't know.But today she knows
and so do I.
It is so plain, no asking is needed.
Her road leads to tomorrow
and whatever lies in it's path
is her's for the taking.
And she, being it's caretaker
is impaled by it's call..
and must adhere to whatever
the road has laid out before her.in passing we are friends
and have been lovers
given each other strength
and caused each other to cry...Now her lover is this road
and I am left waving,
wishing her my goodwill
and missing her warmth and energy.
I petition to the gods:
May the road love her as I have
and may she love the road as equal...Her path stretches out...
She firmly places that final stone,
the one with the shape of my heart,
into the collage of bricks and rocks
that make up the path..
stands, and takes a step forward
into tomorrow....
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