DEAD TOUR PHOTO
SAIL ON, ROCK!

FISHNET TIGHTS
BLUE VELVET BOOTS
OPEN TOES
JUST TO SHOW
THE KIND OF SNAZZY
JAZZY FEEL
OF THIS PLACE
RIBBONS AND LACE
ALL DECKED OUT
TO ROLL
AND SHOUT,
THE PARTY
HANGS AND
SHAGS ABOUT
A MAN WHO MADE
THE BIG PARADE
SO MANY MOONS AGO,
THE EBB AND FLOW
OF TIME HAS
BROUGHT US HERE,
SO WILD
AND DEAR
TO CELEBRATE
AND CALIBRATE
EAT AND DRINK
AND COGITATE
THE MEMORY OF
THE DEAD,
GRATEFUL THAT IS
FOR ROCK WAS A
WHIZ AND SENSITIVE
MAN WITH A
MARVELOUS PLAN
BACK IN THE DAY
WHEN CRAZED
WAS ABLAZE, THE STREETS
OF THE CITY
THE PARKS
AND THE TOWNS
LEARNED OF THE
MUSIC AND GAVE
THEM THE CROWN,
TONITE THEY
TURNED OUT
TO CLAP AND SHOUT,
SAY WORDS OF LOVE
AND PRAISE AND HUMOR
FRIENDS BOTH FAMOUS
AND SIMPLY RUMOR,
THE MUSIC FLOWED
FROM GRATEFUL HEARTS
THE ROOM WAS PACKED
WITH FILM AND ARTS,
PHOTOS OF FAMOUS
AND MYSTICAL STARS
PEOPLE LONG GONE
(MAYBE TO MARS)
HIS FAMILY APPEARED
TO HONOR HIS NAME
AND THE REST OF US
JOINED THE MEMORY
GAME,
AS I STOOD IN THE HALLS
AND WATCHED THE
BEAT, I WONDERED IF
HIS LIFE WAS EVER
COMPLETE, FOR NOW HE
WATCHES THAT PIE
IN THE SKY, WONDERING HOW
ALL THIS OCCURRED,
HE WROTE THE STORY
WORD FOR WORD, SLIPPING
BACK BEHIND
THE SCENES
GIVING THE REST OF
US TIME TO DREAM,
QUIET AND FUNNY
VIBRANT AND SUNNY,
QUIRKY AND SMART
A SOULFUL DEPARTURE
HE MIGHT HAVE PLANNED
QUICKLY AND SOFTLY
TO ROCK & ROLL LAND,
HE’S THERE WITH JERRY,
AND THEY ARE MERRY,
TRULY ALLOWING THE
GRACE,
NOW ROCK SCULLY
IS FACE TO FACE
IN MEMORY, IN JOY
A FITTING DEPARTURE
FOR A FABULOUS BOY!
 

©J.W. WINSLOW 2/1/15

 

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HAVE THE GODS
SMILED ON US
THIS CHRISTMAS DAY,
SENDING THE DEER
TO GRAZE, THE SUN
TO SHINE,
GIFTS OPEN UNDER
THE TREE,
THE POWER IS ON,
THERE IS TIME
FOR A BIKE RIDE
AND WALK ON
THE WILD ROAD
FULL OF MEMORIES,
WE FIND TOURISTS
FROM ALL CORNERS
RACES AND COLORS
SNAPPING AWAY
AT THE LANDMARKS
WHILE THE PACIFIC
RESOUNDS
EXTRAORDINARY SOUNDS
THE BOOM OF
THE SURF
INVADES MY BEDROOM
AT MIDNIGHT,
AFTER WATCHING
MICK AND KEITH
REBEL ONCE MORE
ON STAGE IN LONDON,
WHAT COULD BE
BETTER, THE FIRST
REAL TIME WE HAVE
WITH NO BLUSTERING
SORROW, ONLY
SOME LAUGHS AND
MEMORIES THAT
COME FROM A WALL
OF PORTRAITS
WITH ALL THE OLD
FOLKS SMILING AT US,
WE ARE LUCKY
TO HAVE EACH OTHER,
AND THE WIND
THE SALTY AIR
NO CARES
APPARENT
JUST FOR TODAY,
WE ARE HOME
IN A FAMILY
WAY:
LEFT TO
CARRY ON
A NEW TRADITION,
THE TRANSITION
IS FAR LESS PAINFUL
THAN IMAGINED,
MORE LIKE
JOYFUL LIGHTS
SKIMMING ACROSS
THE WAVES,
WHITEWATER BREAKING
WE ARE ALONE ON
THE BEACH
OUT OF REACH,
JUST WE TWO,
THINKING
OF YOU.

 

©J.W. WINSLOW 1/1/15