Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

dig-est my life

tried my hand at higher education
got so disappointed first semester
there wasn't anything high about it
but i stuck around for awhile
took a summer bowling class
(nobody failed that one)
enjoyed my english class
thanks to mister x
told me i should be a writer
what a thrill
a rush
a cosmic flag risin' inside
somebody out there
(the world was cold and sleepy)
actually liked what i had to say
but i couldn't stay
hidden behind them walls
of higher education
taking me lower and lower
i hit the road
(jack did it- i can too)
but road tales can be
like some bad home movies
stretchin' the realities
into my favorite possibilities
ideas
ideals
long distances
eighteen wheels
mexican whores
burnin' pisses
(doctor - help me!)
he laffed and shot me up
heavy penicillin
ease my pain
rack 'em up loser
hit the fucking road
big boys out there
and me - a four-eyed pup
tryin' to outrun my tales
beatnik
sheepnik
shades of caulfield
mix 'em up
drink 'em up
petrify my mind field
but i kept on goin'
east
south
north
and west
tryin my best
to find it
the golden it
no shit
it was there
but i wasn't
so i kept on goin'
left the road
into my head
750 mic's of owsley
layin' in a bed
i kept on goin
i kept on goin
got so high
i just knew i could fly
(damn! my feet won't lift)
but i was flyin'
ain't no denyin'
tears of joy
holy rockin' roller
can't give it up
no way
all day
beat-hippie-rocker
blues...man..blues
jazz me
jazz me
jazz
....me

I think I can sorta relate.

Been there
Done that
Came back
Got out alive

Peace,
Barry

I totally relate!!!!
Been there
done that
came back.....
wish i hadn't....
Love this read!
H

I've never been there. However I dig the vicarious head trip this takes me on. Ahh I was so sheltered. Yet, the freedom in your poem beckons me.

John

Cecil... include this in your memoir/autobiography manuscript... no kidding! would be a great addition!

enjoyed

nothin like ole Owsley, to shake them blues lose