I FEEL LIKE A DOG TOOK MY PLACE

I FEEL LIKE A DOG TOOK MY PLACE

  *     

       This is not an enlightened view, or maybe it is… My thinking is that you should get plastered every month or two, at least once.
        It blows out the tubes and clarifies the situation… Ho! Ho!  You know that mad clarity that comes after a 3 day bender?  You can see for miles. But don’t make any important decisions… Because you’re still loaded.
        There are tests and signs, but who cares.
You know when you’re blasted to the gills. No one needs to tell you.  You won’t listen anyway.

        There are different kinds of trips. I just took one into the great beyond.

        Whatever doesn’t blow out half your brain 
cells, makes you stronger.   

        Notice I didn’t say,’makes you smarter’… And with good reason.

         I like to write when I’m hungover because I don’t take myself so seriously. It’s hard to take yourself seriously when there’s a pounding in your head that sounds like someone’s knocking on the door.  And at the end of the dark hallway here… there’s a red EXIT sign.    I know very well it was not there before.

        

      I FEEL LIKE A DOG TOOK MY  PLACE








* I’ve always liked this expression. It used to make me
laugh until I woke up this morning and it was true.



(C)2017 BY W.G. Milne
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FAREWELL, MY LOVELY

FAREWELL, MY LOVELY

I have spent too much
time in the south, the harbour
town, where commerce is
queen; and the populace
dances to her wishes…
*
O Babylon, the great
what a bitch
you have been!
*
and I, in your lap,
some sort of sorry
servant, to do your
bidding, as the gulls
call
*
and the crows of the 
north, carrion birds
they call me, too…
to the ultimate freedom
*
freedom is where you are
freedom is a good car
and I drive
just fine
*
I have driven past
all my relationships
seem strangely tinged
with the hue of time
like faded photographs
*
each time I say hello
to an old friend
I feel that I am
saying goodbye
*
I am going to some
new place
where I have always
been
beyond the river
where pines echo
in the wind.
 
*
 
(C)May 5/85 by W.G. Milne
      Jamestown Restaurant 

RED LADY

RED LADY

 

I hold her by her crimson

     hips

she sits on me

facing my feet

*

she is a red road disappearing

into the jungle bushes

of Mozambique

a red road that is

infinite pleasure

she dissolves into me

my member dissolves into her

red road

 *

the jungle is deep

and undulating.

 

 

(C)2017 by W.G. Milne

 

 

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