The Electric Gypsy with fire of eye,
(prelude to genius)
damaged the Sky.
Enters the Lizard King
"Hey man, you want to buy me a drink?"
The fiery eye laughs
~A drink two souls
"Almost at death with yourself
and On the Staircase of Birth...
soon,
you may almost forget
the smell of your family."
(as the wind cries...some virgin's
name)
The King sips slowly
(and weaves off stage)
as he drifts into the haze
"Dreams are at once fruit & outcry
against an atrophy of the senses.
Dreaming is no solution."
on different sides of town
where lyrics painted skies
and truth burns, when we hear
see, and feel.
The sky cried,
like the Roadhouse blues
on a third day drunk
with forms of angels
singing;
"Let it roll, baby roll
All night long."
But the day shone,
hiding the midnight stars
kicked out of the Universe
where electricity dies,
and distorted vinyl melts...
(in guitar strings
and microphones)
~The Encore
(flicked Bics starts the Fire)
"Keep on movin'
You got your God
and so do I."
Says the Gypsy's
voodoo and everything spoken.
With crazed crowds
of flowing Peace,
and tye-dyed dreams
laced in denim's
patchwork religion...
The Lizard winks at the Gypsy,
and whispers,
"do you have
straight jackets
for the guests...
yes we do"
The third stone
from the Sun,
revolves-
and always will.
Gold trophy winner
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and much love & light~ Desire~*~
Anyways, I wrote up something, but then I lost it when I tried to copy and paste it...Grrr...Well what I was saying is that this went down like a good shot of urban whiskey. Your voice is always your own Richard. I love that opening stanza. No crits. I just enjoyed this for what it was, poetry. 
