Free now from the
manacles of doubt
My spirit can fly on
wings of poetry
The poet's freedom
is a crime against
public morality
"The long arm of the
law just got a little
longer."
-Sean
Raising children who will be
the actors in tomorrow's
merriment
Now they say
Money is God
Industry
is the only way
but the machinations of
logic have no will of their
own
My mother's grandfather
came over from Germany
(barely a Reich at the time)
his ancestors had settled there
several hundred years ago
from Bohemia (now the Czech
Republic)
Wild Slav
I'm the last Bohemian
"I'm Czech as heck"
-Lucas
I dreamed we could
free the world with song
and poetry!
I was willing to put it
all on the line for Art
With a few friends I thought
to found a new Academy
but they didn't understand
my dissonant melodies
and most ran back to
their precious social identities
I wanted to reinvent myself
flowing like hot magma
erupting in the streets
chasing fair maidens
we'd smoke ganja and
scribble love letters to God
at coffeeshops in spiral-bound
notebooks
The Red Notebook loosed my
heart
The Blue one tore my mind to
Shreds
What did I find out
there in the Arizona desert?
where did I look for myself,
upturning rocks
revealing scorpions
The Green Notebook was
truly a portal on Infinity
my brain took time to
congeal the phlegm of all
my flights and sea
voyages,
however my pen
knew right away
when we'd land!
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