On His Back

movingfingermovingfinger Posts: 117
On His Back

O what this coat has seen
The rip in the seam
Huddled under a rain soaked
Painter's tarp
Music and mud
Sifting into
Memories lost in
Joints and coke dreams

O what this coat has seen
The burnt hole
Singed in the draft
The grenade
That sent this coat running
Drugs--Mexican speed
Neil young
Three days
Coat rumpled
Amongst congressmen
And unpacked pipe dreams

O what this coat has seen
The heroin arms
Of shrimp boat fiends
The Keys
Sunny
With bricks of
Columbian weed

O what this coat has seen
Quaaludes and LSD
Headlights out
Led Zeppelin showing the way
100...110...120
Weaving through traffic
Like a drag queen
On the Miami Strip
Bloodied and beaten

O what could be left unseen?

O great god!
How many stars
has this coat seen
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it

-- Omar Khayyam
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Comments

  • lovin kindlovin kind Posts: 268
    mother love bone

    nice poem
    thanks to everyone who can read what i write without having to say something mean
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