Beware the gremlin (a rhyme i wrote to scare the little children)

On midsummer's eve when the moon is dark
and on the cow bell's toll and far dog's bark
comes the sound on the breeze of dancing feet
beware, oh children, take care, take heed!

Do not dare wander into that black night
where the faeries dance on brambles light
instead hide your heads and shut your eyes
and pray that others should be so wise

For wicked gremlins with the faeries dance
and spells they shall spin as they sylphlike prance
and you they'll bewitch if find you they should
upon yonder henge and in yonder wood.

Une comptine d'une autre été:

dappled sunlight on closed eyes
the green of his eyes brimming with tears
the sound of a distant harmonica
climbing the pomegranate tree
leaping cat
le moulin abandonné
white dove perched in the ivy
wind through the gum trees
sitting on the window sill
curtains billowing in the breeze
tangerine haze of cloudy sky
apple peels
hovering sunbird
comptine d'une autre été

Allen Ginsberg

Have you heard of beatnik? Jack Kerouac? Allen Ginsberg? The original generation x, sacrificed to the Moloch of society and hung up on drugs till they were driven mad...
some excerpts:

The Howl, for Carl Solomon

i)
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness
starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking
for an angry fix.
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connec-
tion to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up
smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats
floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to heaven under the El and saw
Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs
illuminated
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes halluci-
nating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the
scholars of war

[part one is about 5 pages long so i wont give you all of it, just my favourite bits]

who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for
Eternity outside of Time & alarm clocks fell on their heads
every day for the next decade

who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison
Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter
of the iron gates of the regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks
of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister
intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxi-
cabs of Absolute Reality

iii
Carl Solomon! i'm with you in rockland
where you're madder than i am
i'm with you in rockland
where you must feel very strange
i'm with you in rockland
where you imitate the shade of my mother
i'm with you in rockland
where you've murdered your twelve secretaries
i'm with you in rockland
where you laugh at this invisible humour
i'm with you in rockland
where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
i'm with you in rockland
where your condition has become serious and is reported
on the radio

i'm with you in rockland
where you scream in a straitjacket that you're losing the
game of the actual pingpong of the abyss
i'm with you in rockland
where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent
and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed
madhouse
i'm with you in rockland
where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its
body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void

i'm with you in rocklands
where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own
souls' airplanes roaring over the roof they've come to drop
angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself imaginary
walls collapse O skinny legions run outside O starry-
spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here O victory
forget your underwear we're free
i'm with you in rockland
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the
highway across america in tears to the door of my cottage
in the Western night

chaos and the dancing star

i am a social construct with chaos in my soul. so tell me, Nietsche, where's the dancing star? and WHAT is the dancing star (more importantly)? clarity? joy?
am i carrying around too much negativity? i thought i was positively cloudlike! but apparently not. e i s h.

farewell waltz.

it's temporary

i said.
i lied.

it's permanent. goodbye.

Goodbyes

She hates goodbyes.

So i said, well, cheers mate. It's been real. I pulled a funny face as she walked through the gate. We waved. She was gone.

I hate goodbyes.

I'll miss you

from a tuna hill

cracked

my heart
turned to ice
clattered through every storey of me
until it reached the soles of my feet
and cracked

now it lies
melting fragments
in front of me
i cannot piece it together again.

goodbye, dear heart.

fork in the road

choices. stupid annoying little things. and feelings. FUCK 'EM ALL.

i think it would be simply wonderful to spin into a million butterflies and flutter brightly away.