Tribute

by John Mandeville   Apr 26, 2007


The carpenter, a man of the outdoors,
not accustomed to the humming
of refrigerators, metal doing a hand's job.
The hippie was at Woodstock.

Out of the biker's territory, yearning
to feel wind digging into his cheeks, a beast
of rubber and metal
below. Bringing him no particular place, just riding
somewhere his bald spot
won't gleam like long ago burnt skin.
But it's more than skin, Life stretched over too much man,
like butter.

Man makes fire. Carpenter builds. Biker rides. Hippie...
He was at Woodstock.
Life is just jealous, like Cain of Abel.
All in one, one is all.
He/They is god.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Beautiful Chaos

    You have a very peaceful way of writing. I feel asthough I am reading my own memories and drifting away, so to speak. It all flows together very nicely. Great work.

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