Howling Madly

wolfbittenpoet · 06-09-2011, 05:10 PM

I curse you Sal Paradise
For being the man I am not
I am a wanderer of words
But not roads
Though often I have dreamed
Of simply walking away
And making a go of being a mad backpack madman making my way to Mexico City
I want to meet my Dean
And live dancing in glorious insanity with him
Instead of trailing along behind
Simply digging his wild beat songs
Or perhaps I curse you Ray Smith
For the beauty you find in the calmness of madness
Of your night on the beach and your bed under the roses
I want a Japhy with wild Oregon happiness
And learn to fly down mountains after climbing up them on my knees
I wish to sit calmly watching for fire and dreaming of old men who are seeking enlightenment
If only I had been born 50 years earlier
Perhaps then I could been a mad cat without seeming insane

06-09-2011, 05:10 PM	#32
wolfbittenpoet Member How Do You Identify?: Typewriter Boy Preferred Pronoun?: He Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: FL Posts: 534 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 891 Thanked 1,578 Times in 402 Posts Rep Power: 7303677	I curse you Sal Paradise For being the man I am not I am a wanderer of words But not roads Though often I have dreamed Of simply walking away And making a go of being a mad backpack madman making my way to Mexico City I want to meet my Dean And live dancing in glorious insanity with him Instead of trailing along behind Simply digging his wild beat songs Or perhaps I curse you Ray Smith For the beauty you find in the calmness of madness Of your night on the beach and your bed under the roses I want a Japhy with wild Oregon happiness And learn to fly down mountains after climbing up them on my knees I wish to sit calmly watching for fire and dreaming of old men who are seeking enlightenment If only I had been born 50 years earlier Perhaps then I could been a mad cat without seeming insane __________________ Burn Burn Burn