A poem dedicated to the ancients reincarnated today, in the Adriatic and Dalmation salty mountains. And the beat generation, I think of you. In your madness, your freedom, your truth. ————————————-———————
Hot red rod
of the ephemeral mountain
seeking light
at the end of the deep
dark tunnel
A cave more majestic
than i could have ever known
I jinx the Ginsberg truth
“Follow your inner moonlight
don’t hide the madness”
We peaked
We dove
We swallowed
our pits
Whole
For you
The Dalmatian giant
The sweetest fruit
on a sea-salt swept
ancient fig tree
Born by your ancestors
uprooted by your hardheaded
Monogamy
Because of you
I borrow from Burroughs
His beat-ing rationale
To “exterminate
all rational thought”
Because of you I am freer in my madness In the tick-tocks of my knicks and all the Kerouacs buried inside of me