beautiful: the drum jam in sunshine park

This piece is about a delicate flower I once knew and loved. Ours was a sweet but tragic tale, full of delight and yet destined to die.

Your long hair in the wind
barefoot in the grass
the sun yellow
and the blue sky
when you dance
with beads
incense floating
i feel like a child
in Jesus' hand
smiling and animals
pink floyd and hendrix
summertime
it's a drum jam
and a girl with hairy armpits
says my beard smells like poop
as we fuck
how we fuck
in the washroom
sadness creeps in-
ten days later,
i'm down with the clap!

ALWAYS USE A CONDOM!!!!

 

this poem makes me a bit sad and at the same time happy. Sad because of the illusion of the (perfect) relationship and happy because of the memories this writing brings up. I´ve experienced it all!!

 

This was so fun to read... like looking in someone's diary or something. You had me going and I felt this gentle pleasure of two people meeting and then it shifts and it is just so fun! You took me by surprise.

 

eew...tmi my friend...!!!

 

yes, thank you for all of your comments, especially magixarts, because I was writing this poem for people like you, who have felt the joys and pains of sleeping with hippies.

 

Are you joking?

 

Maybe you think that STDs are a joke, but I for one think they're no laughing matter. For instance, did you know that over 50 percent of Americans are herpes carriers?