The aging rock star
Sat
His darling groupie
Got old and fat
His wrists would still roll around beating out
A drummer’s sound
The band went flat
The time met up with
No regard
Oh how old we get
With or without
Permission, yet
The aging rock star
Sent his wife a text
I’ll be back when the life of me
Is left
On a wooden stage
Lit with lights
Exposing innocent
Hidden delicious delights.
Hello my visitor from Singapore
Drop me a line
Was without a doubt
Hot and steamy, with an arrows tout
There I was
Strong and able
Till Melissa rendered me, disabled and out
Oh.. What a fine lass she was
I wonder if she still thinks of me, When I was
Young and hip
Strong and able
To take and hold her
Into a stable
Oh when I was young and able
For her to become a life’s long love
Over trouble, waters
And disabled thought from above…
And here’s to her
So young and frail
I guess she and Mary
Both hated and loved me,,, damm hard to hear
57 years ago, around this time of year, I was sitting on a dusty soccer field with a small group of other new Webster Academy students. We are all just getting to know each other after dinner. Twilight gradually yielded to dusk. The conservation generally were veiled confessions about what we did so wrong that remanded us to the joint. Eventually, it got darker. And so, too, the conversation which turned to metaphysics. Each more or less postulated about their ideas. Religion, universe, etc.
When my turn came, I looked up, around and back to the 5 or 6 of us, and said,” How do we know we’re the only ones here right now?”
What? came back.
I said, “What if another life form or something shared our space, but we can’t see, touch, smell them, it??, they?”
That punctuated the end of that meeting. Looking back, I was referring to something I had absolutely no prior knowledge of, nor many others at that time did as well.
Parallel universes. Multiple dimensions.
I’ve never forgotten that . Have wondered where it came from. And now it’s abundantly clear why and how I wrote my first novel “One Rode In”. It was always in the cards! If you have inclinations that there are other forces in our world we don’t really understand but your experiences tell you they are; you’ll like this read and the two others subsequently.
Boom!
The end!
DO IT NOW!
roll down the road of no regrets
You weakling sad sort
Don’t you know what’s at risk here
You have no balls, no guts, nothing at all
Yes, so you say is true but, for a second or two
Take a look at whats at is stake you delerious fool?
Fool, Hardly I say. Tis you and you kind that set’s the bar for no one to climb
BUT BOOM will come and within the smoke fire and hell in it, will be the end I promise
What?
In the end…as you say my friend Jay
What?
Oh shit..are you stupid?
Yes, a bit and a bit daft
And that is a sad misfit’s, last
And Chopin droll’s on and so I lift the world with a nothing song, but IN THE END
End?
End, tis all of ours, hours lost to then
What the hell are you talking about!!!
I’m saying then and now, tis what all is about in my last breaths of reason and doubt…
Ohh. heck yes, now I see, death and triumph mean little to me, but to you, its a magical duel. Isn’t it?
Yes, it tis.
So go ahead.. I dare you. PULL the pin and let the remains of all float above all and within
Ah, so it be true
Death and love comes so frequently to you
Yes, it does, sad to say
And say what you wish
for tomorrow may
BE YOUR LAST!!
We will all know
What it is, was, that drives fools
Me?
Yes, no, what do you think…You’re the one who is , well never mind we don’t want to upset the …well, who is it we’ll upset anyway. They don’t talk or say anything, anyway
Gee, I don’t know But know this. I HAVE MADE UP MY MIND
And that is?
Tomorrow, I’ll be fine. Wil you?
Why what do you mean?
I mean I’ll be off to worlds unknown al the same and you, you ass
You’ll be stuck here with a finger stuck up your..A
Ummm, I will but I’ll be a
Alive? So will I but not here, dear, friend of mine
So the neighborhood will fade to black?
Or, gray, depends on the time of day don’t you know
Oh, how I wish I was when things seemed so complicated but looking back.. they were so slow
Yes, slow, ROCK and ROLL slow?
Ha, Hendrix, Jimi that is/was would have argued such. So now I’m Tired. Let me rest, here, under the palms of yesteryear
And rest and sleep until the morn creeps
And the afternoon sun does break and wake all of the best and melts docile snowflakes?
Yes, I will now pack and say good bye to my hood. And say adios to all who are lucky to be in love
Love? Is that that ails you?
Yes, and NO. For I have been given the best to hold so dearly onto. Bye for now. I sleep till I wake. Make no mistake, tomorrow will be the last of a complicated life full of love and strife.
But?
But WHAT!?
Tomorrow peace for now
On this street?
A nice couple in the Tudor..retired, teacher’s I think
And there, picket fence?
A tribe it seems..7 cars
Are they liked?
Disliked?
Well, neither I think. Tolerated I’d say
Who’s that on the driveway ?
Someone.
Someone? you kept shrinking in your seat.
Yes, just someone.
You know that someone don’t you
yes, yes I do
How so?
Won’t say, I just do.
Well tomorrow we best be getting to the point of this ride around the neighborhood, shouldn’t we?
Yes, I guess..tomorrow will be best..
Yes, tomorrow. You can say where it will be…
Okay, well, maybe I will
Lives a couple in complete despair
Why
Because she doesn’t love him but another to be sure
And he, too, a girl friend yes without much to do
And there , over there. At the house with fawn shutters
Kids play in the yard and bark jeers that have nothing to say. And yet life goes on
Dad won’t be home tonight or at all, for he’s long gone.
But isn’t there anyone happy yet?
Yes, oh yes, they’ve not been found out it’s said. Rare it tis. Filled with times only friend.
Doing whatever that makes their rich song.
So what about me? Am I not to be?
Ah yes you are, but that in tomorrows song….
