Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Friday, March 1, 2013
No Blame
no blame
just pain
three years in vain
to make a song
you got it wrong
you based your facts
on heroes gone
joys on the road
joys of making
you thought
we thought
we were the
Beats
And the silver ring
you flung away
with the necklace
and the peyote
we were lovers
we were lost
our ideals morphed
to jokes and laughter
disturbing dreams
and still there
is no song
just pain
no blame
Jack Jameson 3/13
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