Cool

by jazzcatalley

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-14 04:18:00

Wipe out
grassy knoll
glint of UFO
I was born in shades
I watched the Steve Allen show
“shmock shmock”, and Soupy Sales
With pookie lion sayen “Hi Pops”
I’m a beach comber with flip flops
I’m in poka dot long sleeve shirts
Madras short sleeve, paisly later

On the freeway to Sunset Blvd
and like that teenage day blossems
“I want to hold your hand” your possem

at thirteen I invent myself, I beatnik
I was a Disnyland childhood, orange
groves behind my backyard I rode
the toad ride at five, walked in
tomorrow land at six, combed my hair
in fins at forteen had a record collection
went to hot car shows, had rat fink teeshirt

got drunk hung with girls, sudden change
smoke I saw myself as cool cat with bongos
saw myself in the future when I would recite
beatnik words off the top of my head, all the
cats would be listenen to my boppy poetry
and they would say I was a cool daddyo

I was walken down the alley one night
hearing some groovy jazz in my head
Keroauc was light years away but I felt the
on the road vibe, it was in the air, music
was my refuge and the spoken word my
future, I knew who I was I just didn’t know
when it would happen to me cuz the voice
was already somewhere in Plato’s cave

in my brain, and the psychedelic explosion
was just around the corner, a suger cube
“gunna buy a suger cube gunna buy you a suger cube” with my name on it, except it came
in a green cap cuz I had read about “LSD”
in Life magazine and I knew I had to be hip
or be square and that was nowhere …man!

I wanted one of those cool kittens with
black leotards on and wild moon saucer eyes
I wanted to be so wise and change the world

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