Poem #3

December 28, 2009
By groogruxking GOLD, Florence, Massachusetts
groogruxking GOLD, Florence, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
“The only people for me are
the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be
saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn
or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow
roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle
you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”-Jack Kerouac

Oh you, oh man, don’t be like that!
Maybe on a more important journey
With a fellow Bodhisattva
Or maybe on a lonely search
You’ll find it, the meaning.
Well, which is it, goshdarnit!

That’s a lot like the early days
Of the Crusades.
Well, from the look of things,
He’s still far away.

All under the ice-cold stars
We’ll stop a minute here.
What does it mean that those trees
And mountains out there are not magic
But real?

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