Peel Away
Her dark violet eyes
Stare out the window,
There’s a fuzz on the ocean today,
Echoes are now tides,
The coastal roads wind
And they’re bumpy sometimes.
She stands in a black dress,
Hair cotton white,
Legs shaved,
Talking like a trucker,
The kind of strident that steadies;
Old acid queen dreams
From the Haight Ashbury scene,
Shotguns and drug busts
From the land of the gold rush,
Chimeric onstage provocations
With Lewis Carroll flutterings.
She can draw a white rabbit blindfolded,
The bohemian who defined a generation
Has a brush behind her ear,
Drunk wives phone for advice
As paint dries and waves lap,
Shells rattling in soft percussion,
One tap at a time,
One man, one car, one house,
One child, one job, one voice,
No more multi-tasking;
Cymbals shiver, a bass drum thumps,
Odd memories pulse
Then peel away.
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May 22, 2020 at 5:41 pm
Excellent poetry.
June 10, 2020 at 4:33 pm
Holy Christ. I’ve got chills. Goosebumps. I haven’t visited here in a while and I’m so glad I have now. You’re still my very favorite poet! I’m incredibly envious and in awe of your damn brain. I don’t know how you do it.
Amazing, truly. 🙂
June 10, 2020 at 9:49 pm
Thanks Lucy
June 10, 2020 at 9:53 pm
Thanks Olive, that’s such a lovely message. It’s put a massive smile on my face. That poem is part of a new book I’m writing inspired by 30 music greats. It’s about Grace Slick. I’m five poems into a thirty poem collection and I’m going to pair them with my collaged illustrations. I’m about to start an early hunt for a publisher.