my boardwalk fantasy
Posted: November 6th, 2014, 5:37 pm
Down along the boardwalk I walk
in the dead of night through the cotton candy dreams
the screams of young girls on the roller coaster
now just an echo in my hallucination of me
the poet is lonesome and cannot sleep
I stroll past the empty arcades on yesterday's party
shooting galleries and pinball machines now silent
kids running around to get on the bumper cars
now the horses of the carousel are nightmares
impaled on their poles still as fairy tales in a closed book
I come down here to reflect on the endless parade
to follow my own foot steps through the charade
here in the silence before the storm of shams and scams
the everyday face of clowns and harpies, shuck and jive
I'm alone in the fun house atmosphere of grinning ghosts
it's here that I get my bearings on how little matters
I feel full of emptiness next to the vast molten sea
I smell the dry vomit and the stale popcorn along with salt breeze
I was reading a Season in Hell in my small pad looking at the walls
of my humble abode, with the old wall paper of my mind torn and
stained with memories that seem eternal in the infernal inquiry
I came here to contemplate the impermanence of imperfect forms
the poetry that fires my thought lights the funny cigarette
of self delusion, I'm in a whirlwind of confusion, doubt plagues me
like a transfusion that injects pleasure into my dull dread pain
here with the phantoms of yesterday's debauchery of my senses
a woman that haunted me with her wild art left me fallen apart
I hear the faded voices of the mad crowds now in shrouds of shadow
and the waves out there in the green mists of my far out meditation
yes, I'm walking past Neptune's palace, I recall holding your hand
in this far out land, when we laughed at the silly people in clothes
you were my muse, my beatnik girl, my ragamuffin angel, my stuffed
animal squeeze, I followed you down the alleys of gypsy fortune
tellers, we gazed into the huge crystal ball of the moon, and let
our fancy run wild at all ungodly hours, until dawn put us asleep forever
in the dead of night through the cotton candy dreams
the screams of young girls on the roller coaster
now just an echo in my hallucination of me
the poet is lonesome and cannot sleep
I stroll past the empty arcades on yesterday's party
shooting galleries and pinball machines now silent
kids running around to get on the bumper cars
now the horses of the carousel are nightmares
impaled on their poles still as fairy tales in a closed book
I come down here to reflect on the endless parade
to follow my own foot steps through the charade
here in the silence before the storm of shams and scams
the everyday face of clowns and harpies, shuck and jive
I'm alone in the fun house atmosphere of grinning ghosts
it's here that I get my bearings on how little matters
I feel full of emptiness next to the vast molten sea
I smell the dry vomit and the stale popcorn along with salt breeze
I was reading a Season in Hell in my small pad looking at the walls
of my humble abode, with the old wall paper of my mind torn and
stained with memories that seem eternal in the infernal inquiry
I came here to contemplate the impermanence of imperfect forms
the poetry that fires my thought lights the funny cigarette
of self delusion, I'm in a whirlwind of confusion, doubt plagues me
like a transfusion that injects pleasure into my dull dread pain
here with the phantoms of yesterday's debauchery of my senses
a woman that haunted me with her wild art left me fallen apart
I hear the faded voices of the mad crowds now in shrouds of shadow
and the waves out there in the green mists of my far out meditation
yes, I'm walking past Neptune's palace, I recall holding your hand
in this far out land, when we laughed at the silly people in clothes
you were my muse, my beatnik girl, my ragamuffin angel, my stuffed
animal squeeze, I followed you down the alleys of gypsy fortune
tellers, we gazed into the huge crystal ball of the moon, and let
our fancy run wild at all ungodly hours, until dawn put us asleep forever