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| Hot Lips by Ed Werner |
Boardwalk
Cruising Santa Cruz
with McRedeye & Big Daddy Civ
Nowhere left us to migrate
here at the feet of the final roller coaster
of Manifest Destiny
Nickels & dimes hog-tied by machines
& carnie barkers roping us in
Big Daddy squeezes the trigger
on a row of die-cut ducks
Win a doll. Try your luck
Trained gunner
a veteran of foreign wars
he knocks ‘em all down
Fills his bag with trinkets & taffy
Every booth a bird cage
Every boom a bust
Spin the wheel. Lock & load
Damn the tomorrows
& full greed ahead
ART GOODTIMES
Lone Cone Broadside Union of Mountain Poets
Vincent St. John Local / Headwaters of Maverick Draw / Aztlán
the late Jack Mueller Brigade / Western Slope / 4 Corners
Cloud House Brigade (Retired) / San Francisco
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I can sure see this vividly.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Poem, oh so true.
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we would've know the extent of the Greed to come we would've given up.
But us El Cerrito surfers in 1967 didnt know what awaited
So we hung out at Walkin Charlie 's Quick Draw Concession
And blasted away..Too loaded to win and too happy to care.Cause we were hanging out on the Boardwalk with Walkin Charlie. It was 1967 and everything was possible or so we thought.
Deleteeverything was possible, so we thought. who could have imagined, how the umwelt separated the future reel from our fantastical imaginings
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