Sometimes it has to be this way

Posted: June 11, 2015 in poetry
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kathleen_hanna

Sometimes it has to be this way
In animal hours of tedium
Metal silence almost overwhelming
Speak of beauty, wonderful woman
Green moistened rainforests
Golden beaches with azure rolling waves and lines of white foam on the shore
Little furry creatures- loyal, affectionate and cuddly
Succulent sunsets over the bush
Soaring red gorges of the Pilbara
Without beauty we are nothing

Speak of sacred things, my love
The moment after the tenth beer
The moment after the third cone
Silken whispers between the sheets
First kisses in sun-blessed decadent afternoons
Porcelain blow-jobs from heavenly angels
A woman’s hand on my body
Beers with Bukowski
Bongs with Ginsberg
Smack with Kurt Cobain
Speed with Philip K Dick
Acid with Hunter S Thompson at 12 midnight on the dot
Is this the essence of a good life?
Maybe a fantasy life.

Oh take me away to a foreign land
Where nobody knows my name
Where nobody knows my shame
A new beginning
A blank page
And I will live my poetry all over the page

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