Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Wednesday, October 10, 2012

life poem; for the fleet foxes

through the meadow of an open city we go traipsing
rollicking along the open path
where smokey breathe in hazy winter will soon follow our stilted sillhouttes.
we have known beauty in our own way.

i was a lustily frustrated teenager poet thinking this and
back then i saw premenotions of my death on every soda can
beer bottle and bong hit
i saw jazz in the suburbs
blossoming freely in spring.
 i saw epics at local holes in walls which are grand and shiny places
now that i approach it
through the chasm of a squalid memory.

and do we have riches?
and whereforto squalor?

we are misty mountainhops
will scale mountaintops
traipsing past the soft meadow of the city gates.

i am a possessed son
i have premonitions of demons
but i'll spare you the details yet.

the dusty streets approach me
cigarettes and cheap tattoos
i will turn them into cherry blossoms and endless o's of smokerings
into a romance novel for sophmore girls enjoyment.
i will churn out this epic ruse tune of unemployment.

We will go through the fresh crisp air along a journeying jaunt
i will see you there where we will do as we want.

through the meadow of an open city we go traipsing
rollicking along the open path
where smokey breathe in hazy winter will soon follow our stilted sillhouttes.
we have known beauty in our own way.
where will we be authentic wanderers
tip-toeing the crags of soft abyss.

Listen!  i hear footsteps down the hall
i see premonitions churning these infantile words into soft abyss
i rollick i ramble i amble
i turn traffic into birdsong
and digital ether into lighthearted joy
whereforto the gleefully unemployed?

these just the etchings of a st. loser
on the window of time

where we were again?
my children we will be there soon enough.

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