solitary howl
growling trial chill ridden
tightening chest and pain
behind one eye
stress reduces
jelly legged machismo sulking
regression completion
seeking seclusion revolved by a reflection
churning bowel Elvis hip
flipping tripper gripping imaginary handrails
rising heat to hot spit gurgle
sweat breaking head spinning grasping
grinning

Want you please speak to me in the 60's
In far out psychedelic rhymes
Take a ride beside the blacklight
On the Velvet Underground

Wake me up with the Strawberry Alarm Clock
Serving incense and peppermints in bed
Fixing a hole where the rain gets in
As the 60's flood my head

Walk with me through Asbury
With a flower child in hand
Listening to the groovy tunes
Of Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band

Hang out with the hippies
Before Monterey goes pop
As they fly like butterflies
At the moment the acid drops

Want you please speak to me in the 60's
In the innocence of peace and love
Back then we all had our share
But is there ever really enough?

Watching all the strings fly by
Look at all these knots I tie
Indifference, give it a try
More present than love

Watch as the world flies by
Watch as the doves take dive
Hit the ground in an instant die
A life summed up

You a flower pushed through dirt essentially birthed a soft-skinned element You a flower leathery hide many times died many times died You a **** through concrete grinnin a wayward seed in cracked walkway spinnin with everything else with everything else you turn catch sun and shade again and again and again grinnin and grinnin again and again you turn and turn give birth and die give birth and die while spinnin and spinnin and the world flies by and there you lie lost seed in concrete crack grinnin deep and deeper

I've got
many ways
to say no to you

but instead
watch

as I slam
the door off
it's hinges

feel the vibration
that's no

moving on

let's find an image
a metaphor that says
I love you

something
cliche

a rose plucked
crushed
into oil

bottle broken
potion spilled
all over your finest
blouse

I love you


© Whit Howland 2019