robertsavela
rock and roll poem 5
Dead Kennedys
rowdy resistance rock
I ate weird berries in the woods
now time is repetitive, immortal moments
moths preying on the bees
for the mad ones shouting unintelligible orders,
the free, the lovelies all three.
and the good, bad and the ugly walking the edges
like circle triangle square alchemists
the loners' withdrawal, bohemian dinosaurs
give up the thorazine shuffle and hermetic control
all for existential human blues