As a lifelong adventure I eclipsed the generation I was grown up with
felt so much that turned wrong and sad on November 12, 1934
should have been born different
I kept up to date and conceptually relate
I would have been honored to be at Woodstock it's like I was there
in my head and psychedelics and mushrooms
were my references and Beatniks along with
Carlos Casteneda influenced me from deserts .
My philosophy grew and reasoned, until now where I see greed and
possessions are so important.
I never lost the dream, though,
of Peace on Earth.

I did not notice a smile
I did not feel a tear of happiness upon my cheek,
     so I did not smile back.
I thought the eve' was ruined,
        until you grabbed my thing,
and pulled me down on top of you.
        It tickled me. Then.

once up on a season
  where blue moons glistened
an old oak leaned
   upon a hill above
where season has no ends.

I saw a grape as twisted            
I saw sharp gnarly stems
on this way and that
I existed never  believed in ending
.
Memory be told,  I forget much,
and so the story may be made up,
of how in a  bottle
I rubbed and drunk


and got my every wish.

I reflect every morn after one cup
of coffee and two cigarettes
play Sudoku
try to relieve me
logically this biological fact
smells when I try to

get up after playing
naked Twister until 3 am
and running out of Crisco at 4.