Manic Beatnik Riffing

criteria anyone?

in Nostalgia

We were so young and beautiful. Baby fat, outward shine to my skin. Belies my suicidal sadness and madness. Inexperienced. Sang of being old, passage of time, Imagining it quick. A rocking chair at age of 27, Looking into a mirror, age 16, Infinity seemed possible, though melancholic. Some of my best mates dead, Victims of broken hearts, Inebriation. I’m sad looking back in dust, Looking at the Earth perversely feeding upon itself to sustain the mass of plebeians. All physical knowledge, []


Flipping Thru Your Photographs of faraway lands, the coasts in hot sunrise, the rocks in high contrast, the subways of three different cities,the Hotels Rooms like the old Chelsea, the King’s Chambers, Remnants of the Berlin Wall, the war memorials, graveyards with wreaths, and Human Skulls wrapped in currencies. All of Which You Would Never Have Seen if You Hadn’t Come to that HARD CHOICE to walk away from your old creative life, roll the dice, and start with that entry level []

Don’t Worry About ME.

Don’t Worry About ME. I’m just Another Knocked Over Bowling Pin. I’ve never met the ‘Elites’ … Perhaps the Government will Issue State Sponsored Cyanide Tablets to All the ‘Good’ Americans. I said, “NOW, I AM the JACK OUT of the Moldy BOX!” As I was Floating Down the Main Stream.

somewhere in the 2000’s…..

am I flashing back? or is Wolf Blitzer repeating the same news soundbytes OVER and OVER AGAIN until my HEAD GOES NUMB and MY EYES AND EARS BLEED? Happily nightmare ever after… Days bleeding into days. Government death merchants, East India Jail Trade, Pharmaceutical Warfare, Working Man’s Plight, Yellow Journalism…. IT’S NOT FAIR AND RIGHT! Buy the Constitution. Doctors playin’ Lawyers Judges playin’ Doctors Doctors playin’ Judges, and Police PLAYIN’ GOD… but GOD’S NOT PLAYING. don’t worry don’t worry don’t worry It’s []


the Damned Looking into the Inner Sanctum of Paradise. a Beautiful Mousetrap that Attracted Photographers and Celebrities. Feline Palate Orgasm. a Mirage of Escapism, a Con, that Quickens the Heartbeat. Feigned Safety. and “I’m Dying.” ….sleep…..