SONNY JIM
your music
I do confess
to loving
it madly
you lit our fires
with the song
on the soundtrack
to Apocalypse Now
which Vietnam
venture I am
battling to reconcile
with that
false flag
Gulf of Tonkin incident
and the bizarre revelation
that the Navy Admiral
who was at the heart of
and chief architect
of this calamitous
act of subterfuge
was none
other
than your
dear old Dad
upon which note
of strange coincidence
we end
our poem
conclude all comment
on the Lizard King
RELEASE
here I am
at Woodstock 69
my head exploding in the moment
did not think things
could change out
of all proportion
Carlos Santana standing there
wrestling with the demons
in his guitar
ripping out my heart
serving it back to me shredded,
dripping with
Lysergic acid
did not figure he could
mellow so
smooth
and the end of Vietnam
lead to everything headed
in the wrong
direction
and here we are now
having lomg said our
goodbyes to
a raw music of ecstasy
of transformative connection
music now
filtered and distilled
served
in a box
box we would ask you politely
not to think outside of
ever dream
that soul, spirit, body
whatsoever
altogether
we can agree to release
poems 2 die for