Riding Bareback

[saw]

The sun offered a shimmering interlude
for an angry young man
stepping out into the new summer air
trying to squeeze a drop of meaning
from the establishment of war

from the cosmic twists of the new moon rising,
and a beautiful new child was born
in the psychedelic seeds germinating
in the stalls of unstable stables, and we knew
we would no longer need saddles

our nights would wear white satin
the red doors would be painted black
we'd sail in yellow submarines
along the green river with brown eyed girls
we'd dance with the devil with the blue dress on

we were the new riders
galloping through the purple sage
searching high, and higher
for a heart of gold
in the sunshine of our love

[judih]

it can still be all that
in our hearts
awaken! we can be revived

[dadio]

Excellent poem & theme.

[saw]

thanx y'all....those times had a profound impact on my life.....changed forever.........and the music was a big part of it.........peace

[constantine]

my long lost hippie brother! well-executed, kemo sabe.

[saw]

I knew you were out there somewhere....my better half...ha ha.....thanx dino

[constantine]

voyeur that i am, i'm always lurking around. it is what i do and i do it well.

[Hollweg]

working down this joint
getting nicely bent
slowly letting go
listening to LaPointe
downstairs on TV
A Hard Day’s Night
played on IFC
when I came up to write
it is a potent
wistful mix of the moment
and the trite