The Right Column
    You know
 that Lowell 
   loves Kerouac
    
    Only you 
     know how
      to feed 
       your lack.

    Maintain 
      decorum 
       at the forum.

  Drink a beer
       from a sack.
   What you hike in 
    you pack it back.

   Old jug
     of budget port -
   An obvious choice
      of last resort?
    Or a tribute to
     dear ti Jack?

   Take it in
    and bring it back.
  
Chugging wine
 by the midnight grave.
  who thought dead guys
  could rant and rave?
   who thought that 
       honesty could be 
       such a cure
    Is he buzzing now?
   He's not sure.

  Midnight river,
   black hole sun,
  the dissipation is
    never done.
  Loving folks is
    what we do
  gentile, muslem, jew,
    Midnight rain
  rainbows at night
   lightening strike
  in the moonlight.
  forgiveness means
  to walk away
 even when you have
  more to say
  for how would it help
   to talk that way.
  Bight one's tongue
 and walk away.

  I never thought
    that loving you
  was any less
   than I could do.
  I never wanted 
    to walk away
  but I had to do it
   when what I'd say
  was too mean
    than I like to be
  but hurtful words
    at least are free.
  I rhymed my heart
    I rhymed my mind
   I didn't want
    to be unkind
  I write these poems
    at 1 AM
   And very soon
    I'll sleep again.
   If poems deleted
  you never see
    that loss of poem
   just has to be.
     Some rhymes come easy
   some rythums hard
      but once you feel it
   you play that card.
     When Micheal danced
  the world would rave
      but now he's gone
     and in the grave.
   
All right,
  that is what you call
spontaneous poetry.
that means that
I have no illusions
that it has any quality 
at all, nor any purpose
or reason other than,
there it is world.

rip it to pieces if
you must
  but do it in a
   kind way.

Shalom, my buds 
    and bros.   
      


Aug 3, 2009
-BP