Past the scene, the trees and greens Of spring, the nights dashing the cold wind In our eyes, running – In my mind the bloom was full, and made full forever But the flowers above us loomed, pale, like Shivering spirits bare in the moonlit veil As the rivers around us danced glass…
I’ve met this girl In the strangest, ill-minded circumstance Though she is like a turn of seasons Where the leaves flee the sky In the darkness after sunset. – She purrs like a lively kitten in bed With a playful smile set On a portrait of sincerity – Though perhaps She does know yet How…
We woke up surprisingly early that morning, emptied our stomachs and chewed on magic mushrooms while trying to find the elusive Vondel Park. Occasionally, the Indian man would speak up and ask, “Where’s Morris?”: I think he was talking about Sean, our conversations with him the night before were still floating in our minds as…
((Hello, this is my section man. Doobies section. This is High Rantings with Doobie Oh Dayum. A psychedelic carnival of great ideas and exciting characters that I think I met. I probably did. Or maybe not. This one’s about a trip to Amsterdam.)) PROLOGUE Chilly days in the port of Amsterdam, I can faintly recall poured…
Where are my socks of yesterday? With their sweat, grime and dirt- Wait! Stop – forget the shoe Find them, for me And when you do, Shake them at the face of Fate- He feels no pain, he sees no hurt. Sing loud to me, human soul Sing loud, and hard and proud Sing…
Staring up, I glimpse The fading echo of a sunset grey Melting, between the layers of an August sky. Watch! A cold, cold Welsh town Screams its last breath In one last goodbye- Listen! From sunny beach to rainy bay, listen- Hear the songs of seagulls ringing To the bird’s loneliest cries. You can hear…
Paris is the eyes of the French la belle; Hers sparkling with the might of moving skies, To rest on slight shoulders and wide canal, Where strangers dance and kiss and dread goodbyes. Here, churches grow tall and smoke cigarettes, Watching white fountains flow in and flow more. Her smile blooms and bends thin but…
O, how black is this wet heat, That draws the sweat from my bones! Quick, find me a lake I can jump in To soften these humid tones. I swear, in this heat, you could Rain black on the sidewalks and Pour the straight man out of his suit. Into his welcoming hands Feel the…