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Posted by Atticus on July 5, 2005, at 14:47:08
Caterpillar with a hookah
Sittin’, lookin’ blue,
Asks me if I’m a
Wonderland exile, too,
And I have to confess
To him that it’s true,
And I say, “Hey, man,
I’m just as nuts as you,”
So he takes a hit of hash,
Says, “How do you do?”
Offers me a magic mushroom,
Which I take and chew,
We talk about old times
And the little girl who
Once believed in us
But one day outgrew
The need for hidden realms
And started sniffin’ glue,
Moved up to crack and smack,
And never had a clue
That what she really missed
Was the very thing she slew,
Her faith in the fantastic
And what that faith could do,
So I just shrug and grin,
Say it’s time I flew,
And he nods sadly as
I fade amid the dew.
Posted by Dr. Bob on July 5, 2005, at 23:10:26
In reply to Wonderland Exile, posted by Atticus on July 5, 2005, at 14:47:08
> Her faith in the fantastic
> And what that faith could doJust wanted to say it's been nice to see you back,
Bob
Posted by sleepygirl on July 6, 2005, at 13:14:18
In reply to Wonderland Exile, posted by Atticus on July 5, 2005, at 14:47:08
ooooh, ouch Atticus, that hurt. I've known so many substance abusers and this really seems to ring true somehow. Keep the faith :-)
Posted by cockeyed on July 6, 2005, at 23:15:17
In reply to Wonderland Exile, posted by Atticus on July 5, 2005, at 14:47:08
Atticus, i really believed it was the dawning of the age of aquarius and i still don't have a clue...but this poem is my sixties...whatever that means...cockeyed.
Posted by cockeyed on July 6, 2005, at 23:19:35
In reply to Wonderland Exile, posted by Atticus on July 5, 2005, at 14:47:08
Atticus, Do you sing? these are lyrics. cockeyed
Posted by Atticus on July 8, 2005, at 13:07:40
In reply to Re: Wonderland Exile, posted by sleepygirl on July 6, 2005, at 13:14:18
I've know quite a few myself, growing up in and around the punk clubs of lower Manhattan. But I was also thinking of the narcotics as a metaphor for efforts by people with mental illnesses such as myself to get back to that "Wonderland" of our youth using psychotropic medications. It's all we've got, but all too often -- at least in my case -- the results have been ringingly disappointing. Atticus
Posted by Atticus on July 8, 2005, at 13:11:09
In reply to Re: Wonderland Exile » Atticus, posted by cockeyed on July 6, 2005, at 23:19:35
No, I can't carry a tune in a bloody bucket. But recently my poems have taken on the aspect of song lyrics for whatever reasons. In my head, I can hear Bob Dylan traipsing his way through this one. Atticus
Posted by cockeyed on July 9, 2005, at 2:31:02
In reply to Re: Wonderland Exile » cockeyed, posted by Atticus on July 8, 2005, at 13:11:09
> No, I can't carry a tune in a bloody bucket. But recently my poems have taken on the aspect of song lyrics for whatever reasons. In my head, I can hear Bob Dylan traipsing his way through this one. Atticus
Hey, thanks for the response. you helped me out of a bad place after my attempted mugging. Yeah I was going to mention Dylan but I chickened out.Been doing a lot of that lately. Christ, I envy your rhytmic sense. thanks again, cockeyed.
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