MONTEREY POP

THERE IT WAS
READY FOR MY EARS
THE MUSIC ROLLING
IN FROM THE FESTIVAL
OF A LIFETIME
MONTEREY READY
TO CELEBRATE
ONCE MORE,
I CUED IT UP
AND LISTENED TO
SOME AMAZING
SOUNDS OF THAT
ERA,
WHERE JANIS SNAGGED
THE SPOTLIGHT
AND ERIC BURDON
SANG ABOUT ALL
THE BANDS
WHO TORE UP
THE BIG STAGE
AT THE FAIRGROUNDS:
BEFORE WOODSTOCK
BEFORE ANYONE HEARD
HENDRIX
THEY ALL CLIMBED
ABOARD,
AND I TURNED IT
UP TO FIFTY
BLASTING THE
WALLS AND BOOKS
THE MIRRORED DOOR
OF A HOUSE MOST
CERTAINLY AROUND
AT THAT TIME,
THE MUSIC
OF SAM COOKE
AND THE DEAD,
SHINING THROUGH
RASTY CHORDS
AND RESONATING
WITH CLAPTON
AND RUBBER LIPS,
KEITH AND THE BOYS,
“SOMETHIN HAPPENING
HERE”, BUFFALO SPRINGFIELD
SHINING FROM THE SHORES
OF BIG SUR,
THEY STARTED AT ALL
THE RIGHT PLACES
AND LANDED TOGETHER
IN THE HEARTS OF A
COUNTRY HUNGRY FOR
HOT LICKS
AND NAKED CHESTS
FLOWER POWER
MUSIC THAT
CUT THROUGH
THE CRAP AND
MADE YOU STAND
UP AND SCREAM,

THE DOORS
RASTY/NASTY
PLAYING THE BARS
OF THE LA WOMAN
@ WHISKEY A GO GO,
I CLEANED THE
HOUSE AND
STOPPED IN MY TRACKS
AT THE SOUNDS OF
THIS MIX, KNOWING
THAT WE ARE GOING
TO CELEBRATE
AGAIN
THE GATHERING
THAT STARTED IT ALL,
WHERE DID THEY
GO,
WHERE ARE THEY
NOW,
AND WHO ARE WE
THAT RESIDE IN
THE CROWD
REJOICING AT THE
FREEDOM
NEVER TO COME
AGAIN,
WHERE MUSIC
AND GIN MIX
WITH HENDRIX,
THE BURN HOLE
IS STILL THERE
(THEY TELL ME)
LEFT BY THE
MASTERS
OF MONTEREY
FOR SOMEONE TO
POLISH UP,
MAYBE THE WHO,
OR YOU,
HALLELUJAH,
WE WILL BE
THERE THIS TIME
IN SPACE AND
RHYME,
T’WOOD BE A CRIME
TO MISS
A SWEET KISS
OF HISTORY,
AIN’T THAT
A SIN:
JANIS, PLEASE SING
SUMMERTIME
AGAIN!

©J.W. WINSLOW 5/1/17

PRARIE MAN

HE BRINGS THE
PRARIE WIND
AND WRY HUMOR
ARRIVING WITH
TOOLS FOR REPAIRS
NO AIRS
ABOUT HIM,
MOSTLY BEARING
GIFTS
SOME OBVIOUS
SOME NOT
THE BOX IS FULL
OF IDEAS
AND SKILLS
ACCUMULATED
OVER THE YEARS
OF CHILDREN
AND MUSIC
CARRYING THE
POINTED ROOFS OF
TAHITI BACK
INTO THE STATES
ALONG WITH A LOVE
OF THE SOUTH
PACIFIC,
THE TRAVELER
HAS ALMOST
VANISHED
BUT I SEE HIM
HIDING THERE
BEHIND NEW SHADES
READY TO RIDE
THE HILLS OF MY
TOWN, RACING
ON PATHS I
HAVE NEVER SEEN
IT IS MORE HIS DREAM
AND REALITY
ALL THE SECRET
TRICKS
WITH WHICH HE
WILL SURPRISE
AND REPAIR,
FIX THE GATE
POWER UP THAT
MACHINE AND SAW
WHILE WE LISTEN
TO THE MUSIC
OF A GENIUS
WHO CARRIES
THE MELANCHOLY
AND DISTINCTIVE VOICE
INTO OUR SENSES
DECORATING DAYS
THAT HAVE COME
AFTER A LESSON FROM
GOD
SPEAKING THE TRUTH
OF THE NATURE
AND PLIGHT,


THE STARS COME
OUT TONITE
AND SPARKLE
WITH THE MOON,
WHILE HE NOTICES
ORION SHINING
AND A CLOUD BANK,
HE WILL LEAVE ME
REPAIRED
RENEWED
FULL OF LAUGHTER
AND GRATITUDE
FOR AN UNDERSTATED
MAN
JUST LIVING THE
LIFE GIVEN HIM,
PRESENTING A LOT
OF SPECIAL TALENT
FOR BOOKS AND BBQS,
SCRUBBING THE
WASTED OLD VAN
INTO A WHITE MIRACLE
BEFORE DEPARTING,
I BLESS HIM
AS HE DRIVES AWAY
AND HOPE I CAN
PERSUADE THE BLUES
TO BRING HIM BACK,
THE MUSICAL
ATTACK
IS ALWAYS
HELPFUL,
BUT SURELY
HE RESPONDS
TO THE MOST
SIMPLE THINGS,
PERHAPS
UNAWARE OF
THE JOY
HE BRINGS.

©J.W. WINSLOW 4/1/17

THANKFUL

TODAY I AM THANKFUL:
SO FULL OF GRATITUDE
FOR MY LIFE
MY HOME
AND A NEW
ATTITUDE,
THE WARMTH OF
THE SUN AS IT
SHINES ON MY BACK
WALKING THE HILLS
AND FIELDS OF ATTACK,
WHILE TORRENTS OF
RAINWATER
GUSH ON BY
I AM SO THANKFUL
THAT TODAY IS DRY
WHILE THE
MOON’S WIDE EYE
GLOWS
IN THE DARKEST SKY
(LAST NIGHT)
WHAT A SIGHT:
STARS TWINKLING
AND THE MILKY WAY
SMILING AT ME
WHAT MORE CAN
I SAY
BEFORE I REALIZE
THESE ARE THE
GIFTS THAT CARRY
AND LIFT,
THE TREASURES
AND DREAMS
THE THINGS WITHOUT
MEASURE:
MY BROTHER
MY SISTER
THE HOURS OF
PLEASURE
WHILE
CREATING MY BOOKS
AND CASTING ASUNDER
UNBEARABLE STRANDS
THE JOY OF
GIFTING TO
OPEN HANDS
THAT UNDERSTAND
MY MEANING,
SO IF YOU ARE
LEANING
INTO THE DEPTHS
LOOK AROUND
AND SEE
WHAT LIFE CAN BE:


GIVEN THIS HOUR
THE POWER OF
LOVE
THE JOY OF THE SEA
THE TIME SPENT
IN SHARING
JUST YOU AND ME,
THE SWEET TASTE
OF FREEDOM
THE LIFE WITHOUT
DOUBT,
THE MUSIC THAT
SHINES IN MY HEART
COMES ABOUT
LOOPING IN RHYTHM
AS I CLIMB UP THE
HILL
WATCHING THE WAVES
FROM MY WINDOWSILL,
THE FRESH BREATH
OF AIR
WHEN TRAGIC DESPAIR
THREATENS MY SOUL,
I REACH OUT TO MY
GOD
WHO WILL ALWAYS
CONSOLE,
I LISTEN FOR WORDS
FROM THE SILENCE
OF NIGHT,
THE SLY HUMMINGBIRD
WHO ZOOMS OFF
IN FLIGHT,
THE VOICE IN
THE MIRROR
THANKFUL AND FREE
TODAY I AM HAPPY
JUST TO BE ME.

©J.W. WINSLOW 3/1/17

POWER OF THE FEMININE

IT HAPPENED THE
DAY WHEN
OTHER THINGS
WERE GOING ON,
BUT THIS EVENT
FAR OUTREACHED
THE GRAYHAIRED/
BLOND GUY
(WHALER BEACHED),
FOR THE POWER
OF THE FEMININE
THE GATHERING
OF WOMEN
ROSE UP IN ARMS
TRIPPING ALL THE
STRONG ALARMS:
WE ARE MARCHING
TO BE HEARD
SO LISTEN TO
OUR EVERY WORD
WE HAVE A LOT
TO SAY:
MOTHERS, DAUGHTERS
AUNTS, MARAUDERS,
BLACK AND WHITE
AND RED,
WE STORMED UPON
WASHINGTON
TO SHOW THE WORLD
WE ARE NOT GONE
OR EVEN QUIET
WE HAVE COME TO
CAUSE A RIOT
A DISTANCE BETWEEN
THE WILD AND
THE GREEN,
AND NONSENSE BETRAYED
WE ARE NOT AFRAID
TO STAND UP STRAIGHT
BECAUSE WE WILL NOT
HAVE TO WAIT
FOR LONG:
OUR SONG IS NOW,
TODAY, THIS MINUTE
COMING CLOSE TO
OUR FINAL LIMIT
YOU MUST NOT TAKE
OUR RIGHTS AWAY,
GIVEN ONCE
WE KNOW WE MAY
HAVE BOUNDARIES
BUT LISTEN CAREFULLY
TO OUR VOICE,
WE ARE SPEAKING
FOR THE COMMON
CHOICE,
THE GIRL
WHO IS YOUNG
AND JUST BEGUN,
AND THE WOMAN
WITH LITTLE TO SHOW
FOR YEARS OF OPPRESSION
FROM ABOVE AND
BELOW,
TO THE IMMIGRANT
FEMS AND THE MIRACLE
GEMS WHO FOUND
THEIR FREEDOM
BEHIND THE STATUE
OF LIBERTY,
UNAFRAID, BOLD AND
RARELY SOLD
SUCH A BILL
OF GOODS AS THESE,


 
YOU CANNOT THINK
THAT WE WILL BLINK
THE FIGHT HAS
JUST BEGUN,
AND WE WILL KEEP
THEM ON THE RUN,
THE NAYSAYERS AND
SADISTS,
THE BOMBASTIC
CRAZIES
THE SUITS AND TIES
THE FOOLISH LAZIES
WHO TAKE US FOR GRANTED
AND THINK WE’RE
ENCHANTED
WITH SILLY TOMFOOLERY,
NO CROOKS MAY
APPLY
TO OPEN OUR EYES
WE KNOW WHAT
WE NEED,
NOT ANGER
OR GREED
BUT PASSION AND
CHILDREN WHO ARE
RAISED IN A LAND
WHERE EVERY YOUNG
CITIZEN MAY
RISE AND STAND,
WHERE MEN KEEP
THEIR WORD
AND WOMEN ARE HEARD
IT’S NOT JUST A DREAM
AS IT MAY SEEM,
BUT OPEN YOUR EYES
AND SEE WITH
SURPRISE
THE MILLION GREAT
FEMS WHO FACE
YOU TODAY, AND TOMORROW
AND AFTER
WITH TEARS AND
WITH LAUGHTER,
WE FIGHT AND WE SING,
WE RAIL AND WE SWING
WHAT EVER IT TAKES
MAKE NO MISTAKE
YOUR FUTURE IS IN
OUR HANDS,
TODAY
TOMORROW
FOREVER MORE
WE WILL TAKE OUR
BIG HEARTS
AND FINALLY
SOAR,
INTO THE SKY
WHERE THE MOON
IS ON HIGH
AND OUR LOVE
AND OUR PEACE
WILL
NEVER CEASE.

©J.W. WINSLOW 2/1/17

SLEEPING NEXT TO BRIAN (WILSON)

AMIDST ROASTING ALMONDS
AND PACKAGES DELIVERED
LIGHTS WENT UP
AND BRANCHES QUIVERED
AS OUR TREE BLINKED WILD
T’WAS LIKE CHRISTMAS
FOR A HAPPY CHILD,
MY FRIENDS CRACKED CRAB
IN THE HOUSE OF TESTOSTERONE:
A FLOURISHING LOVING
PARTY TO OWN,
BUT FIRST CAME THE BOOKS:
THE LONG SIDEWAYS LOOKS
A BIT OF DESPAIR
WE HAD TO MAKE SURE
THEY WERE PACKED
AND ALL THERE,
AND SOON THEY ARRIVED
IN A PAIR OF TRUCKS
EACH ONE MORE SHINY
AND BEARING GOOD LUCK,
THE BEDLAM BEGAN
IN A STUDIOUS WAY
LIKE KIDS OUT OF SCHOOL
AND READY TO PLAY,
LIFTING AND CARTING
ALWAYS OUTSMARTING
THE VERY NEXT ACT,
THEY WOULD SURELY
BE BACK,
SO AFTER TWO DAYS
OF HAULING THE TOMES
WE FINALLY GOT THEM
ALL SET UP AT HOME,
AND CHRISTMAS BEGAN
IN A MOST PROPER WAY
BAKING THE COOKIES
FOR LATER THAT DAY,
MOULDING AND SHAPING
THE NEW RECIPE
IT WAS REALLY GOOD FUN,
AND SOMETHING
TO SEE,
WE WENT TO JOSE’S
FOR THE MEXICAN SPICE,
WITH SNAZZY FISH TACOS
FRESH BEANS AND RICE,
MAKING A LIST
TO BE SURE OF OURSELVES
WE ENTERED THE SPACE
OF THE QUIRKY OLD ELFS,


 
AND SOON IT WAS TIME
TO OPEN THE GIFTS
TEAR ALL THE PAPER
AND RIBBONS AND BOWS
CALL UP THE FAMILY
AND RENDER OUR POSE,
MUSICAL PRESENTS
FOR ME AND MY EARS
THE GAGA
AND YAYA
OF HOT GOLDEN TEARS,
A BLUE HIBISCUS WAS
UNDER THE TREE +
A RED BOUGAINVILLEA
TO MY BROTHER
FROM ME,
A HEARTWARMING BOX
OF CHOCOLATE DELIGHT
DEMANDED A TASTE
IN THE DARK OF NIGHT
WHEN I SLIPPED INTO BED,
WITH VISIONS OF BOOKS
FILLING MY HEAD,
I TURNED ON THE LIGHT
FOR ONE LAST LOOK
AT ANOTHER SWEET GIFT
THE ONE SPECIAL BOOK
THAT GAVE ME A LIFT:
THE STORY OF BRIAN
THE BEACH BOY FROM HEAVEN
THE ICONIC GENIUS
OF SIXTIES PLUS SEVEN
A MAN I ADMIRE
MORE THAN THE REST
HE CLIMBED OUT OF HELL
TO GIVE US HIS BEST,
THE MUSIC THAT GUIDES ME
AND NESTLES INSIDE ME,
SNUGGLED RIGHT THERE
AS I SAILED OFF
TO SLEEP,
A VISION OF CHRISTMAS
FOREVER TO KEEP:
CROSSING MY FINGERS
AND PRAYING WITH GLEE
THAT SOME OF HIS STARDUST
MIGHT RUB OFF ON ME!

©J.W. WINSLOW 1/1/17

Arena

WE TRAVELED
BY RAIL
A SLINKY CAT’S
TAIL OF A TRAIN:
FLASHING THROUGH
STREETS AT FAIRLY
HIGH PACE,
STOPPING FOR
MORE TO JOIN IN
THE RACE
IT IS MEANT TO
PURLOIN THE
THE COSTLY CAR
TRIP, AND GIVE
YOU A SEAT
OR STANDING GRIP,
THE COPPERS
SLINK BY
IN THE WINK
OF AN EYE,
BOARDING TO
CHECK US OUT/
NO DOUBT
AND GIVE DIRECTIONS
WITH CONCISE PERFECTION
AS WE REACH OUR
DESTINATION
THE FAMOUS 8TH STREET
STATION:
THE GOLDEN LINE
SO PURE AND FINE
IT’S THE ENTRANCE
TO A NEW PLACE
WITH A CAPITOL
SHINE:
THE LOOMING ARENA
ALL FRESHLY BUILT
DESIGNED TO IMPRESS
DIG INTO THE HILT,
AS WE FALL INTO LINE
WITH THE HOVERING
MASSES
EVERYONE SCRAMBLES
FOR TICKETS AND
PASSES,
FOR SECURITY WAITS
AT THREE JAM
PACKED GATES
AND FUNNEL
THE CROWD
A TUNNEL SO LOUD
WITH COWBELLS
AND BANNERS
LOTS OF SWEET FACES
WITH VERY FEW
MANNERS,
WE CRUNCH DOWN
TO ONE AND PASS
THROUGH
THEN COME OUT
INTO THE QUEUE
WHERE SPOTLIGHTS
ABOUND,

Arena
 
THE DJ’S CRUNCH
IS A WAILING
SOUND:
A WELCOMING PACE
AS WE
JOIN THE RACE
TO FIND OUR SEATS
A QUICK RETREAT
TO LAVISH NEW
TOILETS: NOTHING
TO SPOIL IT (YET)
BUT YOU CAN BET
AT NIGHT’S END
THE CREW WILL
BE DUE
ARRIVING ON CUE
BREAKING THE DAWN
WHILE WE TRAVEL
ALONG,
BACK TO THE TRAIN
WITH A WEATHERING
BRAIN: OUR TEAM
WASN’T GOOD, BUT
DID ALL THEY COULD
AT LEAST
SO THEY SAID,
WITH A SERIOUS
FACE (A SHOT
IN THE HEAD),
BUT HOOPS WERE FILLED
BY THE OTHER GUYS
SO REALLY IT
WASN’T SUCH A
SURPRISE
ALONG WITH
THE DANCERS
AND STUDIO GLANCERS,
THE CAMERAS CAUGHT
SOME AND MADE
OTHERS RUN, WHILE
BEER WAS POURED
IN EXPENSIVE GLASSES
TURNING SOME FANS
INTO BASKETBALL
ASSES,
NOT REALLY,
(I’M KIDDING)
IT’S A COOL
WAY OF LIVING,
A PLACE FOR
ATHENA:
THE GOLDEN ARENA
THE OUTPOST
FOR KINGS
AND ALL THOSE
FINE THINGS!

©J.W. WINSLOW 12/1/16

Poor Mr. Gilmore!

POOR MR. GILMORE
WHO IS KNOWN
BY HIS FRIENDS
AS THE AVID READER
WITH THE POISON PEN,
SPEWING
AND STEWING
RAKING AND FAKING,
HE HASN’T GOT
LAID
IN AT LEAST
TWO DECADES,
BUT TROWLS
ABOUT
WITH HIS SNIPPY
BIG SNOUT
PUSHED AGAINST
WINDOWS OF SIN,
(HE JUST
DOESN’T KNOW
WHERE TO BEGIN)
GRITTING AND
GRINDING HIS
OLD YELLOW TEETH
HE REACHES FOR
ANYTHING
AND GETS HIS
RELIEF
BY SLAMMING
AND BAMMING
THE PAGES OF LORE
NO MATTER OR
MIND
OF WHAT GOES
BEFORE,
HOPING HIS SINEWY
CRABBED
LITTLE HANDS
WILL PUT FORTH
THE POISON
ALL CRITICS
DEMAND,
AND UPON
DISCOVERY
WITH A MAJOR
RECOVERY
I LAUGHED UNTIL
I COULD NOT,
BUT WONDERING
EXACTLY
WHAT WAS HIS
PLOT,
A FAILED YOUNG
WRITER,
OR REJECTED
OVERNIGHTER,
WHAT CAUSES
THIS NASTY
SICK SPEW,
HE WANTS TO
REMAIN
AT THE TOP
OF HIS GAME,
CRUCIFY
ME AND YOU,

Mr. Glimore
 
BUT WE DARE
TO WRITE
AND CARRY
THE FIGHT
INTO THE RINGS
OF THE WORLD,
WHILE COWARDS
LIKE HIM
PREFER TO SWIM
IN THE BOWELS
OF HIDDEN
AGENDAS,
SO PLEASE
JUST REMEMBER
THERE ARE
TWO SIDES
TO THE STORY,
AND ALL OF THE
GLORY
IS SAVED FOR
THE BRAVE,
WHO KNOW HOW
TO BEHAVE
WHEN SLAMMED
BY A REALLY
BIG TURD,
FOR WE HAVE
THE LOVE
OF THE WRITTEN
WORD,
THE COURAGE
TO DANCE
AND FIND OUR
ROMANCE
IN THE PAGES
WE CREATE,
SO KEEP THE
DEBATE,
AND SOAR
MR. GILMORE,
WE REALLY
CAN’T WAIT
FOR THE NEXT
OPEN DOOR,
WHEN YOU CAN SLIDE
IN AND
RAPE US AGAIN!

©J.W. WINSLOW 11/1/16

IN A FLASH!

HA, THIS IS
NOT A PLAY ON WORDS
ALTHOUGH THEY MAY
BE DEFINED ABSURD,
OR A TRITE MESSAGE
ABOUT SUPERHEROS
OR METEORS OR BLASTS
WITH A ZILLION ZEROS,
BUT MORE LIKE
THE NEW WAY
TO TRAVEL AND
THRIVE
ON A SLICK SILVER KEY
CALLED THE
FLASH DRIVE,
THE BEEHIVE
OF COOL TECH
A SHINY LOGO
SO CIRCUMSPECT:
THEY DO AMAZING
THINGS
WITH A SMALL
LITTLE RING
OR A KEY
OR A SPHERE,
LOOK AT HERE:
WE CAN ENGRAVE
OR PAINT
MOST ANYTHING
QUAINT
(OR NOT)
YET IT WILL
BE HOT,
MOST LIKELY
YOU’LL FIND
A QUERY IN
MIND
WHEN OPENING
UP THE FOLDER,
WE ARE SENDING
THE GOODS
A LITTLE BIT BOLDER:
JUST PUSH INTO
A CONNECTION
OF VERY SWEET
TECH PERFECTION,
IT LOADS IN A
SECOND
FLASHING ONTO
YOUR SCREEN,
(TINY OR MEAN)
WITH THE DATA
MEANT TO
EXPRESS YOUR
SCHEMES
THE OBVIOUS
FIRE OF A
TV SHOW
DESIGNED
TO INSPIRE
DESIRE,

close-precis-and-key
 
WE GIVE A ZAP
OF SIZZLE ROLL
TO ENHANCE
THE PACE,
FILLING THE
ROOM WITH
MUSIC AND SPACE,
THE STORY
COMES NEXT
IN ARTFUL
SMART TEXT
WITH SOME QUOTES
FROM THE MASTERS
OF LITERARY SEX,
MEANT TO ENTICE
AND SHARE
WITH ADVICE,
SHOW ANOTHER
HIGHER UP,
AND ONWARD
AND HOMEWARD
TO THE BIG SKY
OF STREAMING
THE MEANING,
ENABLE
THE CABLE,
APPLY BY
DEVICE,
THE STORIES
OF MY WILDEST
DREAMS HAVE
ALWAYS BEEN
DESTINED FOR A
SMALLER SCREEN,
AND NOW
THROUGH THIS
KEY
YOU WILL SEE
LOTS OF ME,
PEEK THROUGH
THE HOLE
AND LOSE
ALL CONTROL!

©J.W. WINSLOW 10/1/16

(The Beautiful) Mrs. Lee

SHE APPEARED SEVERAL TIMES
AT A SLIGHT DISTANCE
TAKING TINY STEPS
WITH CAREFUL RESISTANCE,
QUITE A SIGHT
ON SUCH
ROCKY TERRAIN,
UNLIKELY TO BE THERE
I WONDERED JUST HOW AND
FROM WHERE SHE CAME,
BUT THIS IS A TIME
WHERE UNUSUAL CRIMES
AND ANTICS ARE PRIME,
I CONTINUED,
NOT QUESTIONING
OR TALKING
OR GESTURING,
JUST CLIMBING
EXPLORING A PLACE
NEW AND FREE
OLD WORLD HOUSES
AND HISTORY,
THEN CAME THE DAY
WHEN THE WIND AND
THE RAIN
WERE MISTING AROUND
AND THE STREETS
WITHOUT SOUNDS
GAVE FORTH
THIS LADY,
CLOSER AND SHADY,
SHE WAS COVERED
FROM HEAD TO TOE,
WITH A HUGE
UMBRELLA HAT:
IMAGINE THAT,
HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE,
AS I APPROACHED
SHE STOPPED AND WAITED
AND SPEAKING CLEARLY
HER WORDS WERE DEARLY
AND ALMOST NEARLY
IMPOSSIBLE YET SWEET:
“BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL
AND SO BRAVE”
IT WAS QUITE A STRANGE
THING AND WAY TO BEHAVE,
I SMILED AND WALKED ON
SLOGGING ALONG
AS IF AN ANGEL APPEARED,
IT WAS TOTALLY WEIRD,
BUT SHE WAS NOT DONE
WHEN THE TIME HAD COME
TO MEET ME AGAIN,
AND CONTINUE HER WHIMS,
SPEAKING HER MANTRA
AGAIN AND AGAIN:
“BEAUTIFUL” SHE SAID,
YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL”,
I THANKED HER
LIKE A CHILDISH TOOL,
AND WONDERED WHERE
SHE LIVED, WALKING AROUND
IN SATIN SLIPPERS
AND SHINY COATS
WITH A LOT OF ZIPPERS,

Mrs. Lee
 
THEN ONE DAY
SHE AWAITED ME,
STANDING SO QUIETLY
UNDER A TREE,
AS I APPROACHED
THE SUBJECT
WAS BROACHED
OF HER NAME,
AND OUT OF HER POCKET
CAME A VIAL OF LIQUID
HANDED TO ME WITH
HER GLOVES,
“YOU MUST TAKE THIS”
SHE SAID,
STANDING CLOSE
INSTEAD
“IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL
JOYFUL AND LOVED”,
SHE POINTED TO MY
FOREHEAD
AND CHEEKS WITH
A SMILE THAT
WOULD SEEK A RETURN,
AS I THANKED
HER WITH PLEASURE
A SMALL KIND OF
MEASURE
AND CARRIED THE
GIFT TO MY ROOMS,
WONDERING WHAT
KIND OF FOOLISHNESS
LOOMED, I OPENED
THE VIAL AND TOOK A WHIFF,
NOT VERY MUCH,
JUST A BIT OF A SNIFF,
ALMOST AFRAID OF HER SPELL,
IT WAS ALL SO ABSURD
AND NO ONE TO TELL,
I WONDERED ABOUT MY LIFE,
THE MESSAGES COMING
FROM ALL KINDS OF STRIFE,
AND WHO WAS THE
WOMAN, (THIS MRS. LEE),
AND WHY DID SHE FOLLOW
AND PICK ON ME,
IT SEEPED INTO MY DREAMS
AND WAKING STATE,
HOW TO INFORM
UNDERSTAND AND CREATE
THE MESSAGE SHE SENT
WITH BUOYANT
STRONG POWER,
STAY STRONG AND
BEAUTIFUL, HOUR
BY HOUR, AND NOW
I LOOK FOR HER
DAY AFTER DAY,
WONDERING WHAT NEXT
IT IS
SHE WILL SAY!

©J.W. WINSLOW 9/1/16

Forget Yourself

IT WAS A DAY
TO REMEMBER
KNEW IT WOULD BE
HOW COULD IT NOT
A DREAM FROM
YEARS AGO, COME
TRUE,
PERFECT WEATHER
COOL COMPANY
GREAT CREW
JUST ME
AND YOU,
PLUS SOME
CARROT BOMBS
DIVINE ROASTED ALMONDS
COOL TECHNICIANS
THE FAMOUS VIRGIN
COCKTAILS
ENJOYED ON THE SAME
PORCH WHERE HE
HIMSELF SAT DURING
MANY SOIRIEES
I’M GUESSING,
THE MASTER WITH
HIS DOG AND MASSIVE
STATURE LEADING
THE CHARGE,
HENRY WOULD HAVE
ENJOYED THE
BACK AND FORTH
THE TALES OF
INDECENT ACTIVITIES
IN THE OLDEN DAYS
OF THE BIG SUR
LEGEND, MOSTLY
PROBABLY REPEATED
A MILLION TIMES,
BUT IT IS TRUE
THAT THE BAD BOY
OF LITERATURE,
WAS A MAN WHO TOLD
IT LIKE IT WAS
AND IS,
UNAFRAID OF NAYSAYERS
OR ANYTHING
AGAINST HIS
RADICAL TALENT,

JW SIGNING
 
IT IS THE STORIES
OF HIS PERSONAL
ACTIVITIES THAT
TICKLE ME MOST,
HAVE YOUR CHOICE,
THE VOICE OF THE
MASTER MILLER
REMAINS IN THE BOOKS
AND STORIES
THE LEGEND
NUDGES US TO REVEAL
OUR SCANDALOUS
WAYS, JUST A BIT
WHILE IMBIBING
DESCRIBING
EMBELLISHING
RELISHING THE TALES
THAT LIVE IN THE LIBRARY,
A FAVORITE PLACE
TO READ MY BOOKS
BRING DYANNA TO LIFE
SOAK IN THE SUNSHINE
AND SALTY BREEZE,
FEEL THE PINE DUST
ON MY TOES,
AND DWELL ON THE
MYSTERIOUS MAGIC
THAT LIVES IN HIS FASHION,
THE ELEMENTS
GIVE US AWAY,
SO FORGET YOURSELF
AS HE ADVISED, FOR
“THE WORLD IS SO RICH
SIMPLY THROBBING
WITH TREASURES
BEAUTIFUL SOULS
AND INTERESTING
PEOPLE”…
NO TIME TO WASTE
HAVE A BIG TASTE
OF LIFE,
YOU HEAR?
NOW!

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