Back from Asia.. healthy.. doing what young men do.. follow skirts.. and Levi shorts.. women.. lover.. shrew..
Young.. Want love so badly.. seems that is the way.. want to need it.. just to please it.. leaves nothing to say..
Her Old mother told her.. ‘got to find a way.. to live.. compete with your Father.. error of his ways.. So! he is a doctor.. so I doctor to.. him Medicine my English.. ‘fix him’ it’s up to you..
Mother validated.. little girl sold her truth.. intrigue in a nothing lie.. in her way a booth.. held a contradiction in the clock that always runs.. when story is your past way.. load truth.. your verbal guns..
Broken when spoken dear sweet child could not be mine.. loss.. a loss I could not toss.. drank booze each time I dined..
Back seat of a ‘woody’.. spoke to an old friend.. ‘the girl is lost in nothingness’.. some pain will never end.. feelin’ wild think of the child.. a precious life is here..
Child? I wish her happy truth in life.. joy free of fear..
For the mother of that child.. and mothers mother too.. you need not be afraid square drawings free you it is true..
Gemstones next to rocks of granite.. clean rivers to swamp.. my house.. my dreams.. a love child.. confusion in a romp..
‘in any venue.. standing any geographical point.. one true thing is better.. in simplicity.. in sense.. than any number of suppositions.. things born of.. thus bound to.. boredom..
I am not speaking of dreams that come unbidden.. for they hold the truth of social innocence..
I am not speaking of the primal feelings that come to thought.. making a dream.. held to light and artistically set to a path of dance.. love and sight..
I am observing and commenting on a fact.. ‘Any lie is a waste of time’.. ‘Pressures of Society or anything endemic to any place or time.. is meaningless if not understood. For legislation to be effective.. as indeed much of it is.. it must consciously address the primal human being.. for no rule will ever change what needs be respected naturally..