Princess Blue Dream

Beat Poem

Within my dream of love

We were all Baboons
Dancing with balloons
To our heartsick tunes
Like lonely loons

Roses in bloom
On that night in June
Below the golden Moon
By an old lagoon

And the crickets crooned
Neath their silvery dunes
Where starlite loomed
twixt cocanut plumes

Then came a baboon
Who had no balloon
Kill him dead do it soon
Screeched a bouncing baboon

He is not like us
For He hath no ballooneth
To go with his tuneth
Other balloons went boom

I don't want a blue baloon
I want a red baloon
Shrieked a lady baboon
On that night in June

And a melee ensued
That spelled our doom
And the devil swooned
As our extinction resumed







Of Mansion Wispy Wimsy

Piano keys and falling leaves
Through the windows seen
Dry wind like violins
Through the arborred green

Archaic artifacts
Within the attics gleaned
symbols of ancient scenes
Third floor music room

Vision of a dream
Ghostly silent serene
Better days have been
Leading autumns to Spring

No futures veiled screen
Rather murmured tokens
Better days have been
Living yet inside us

Much too sentimental
Smedley old boy
Way too much so dear fellow
For your own good