Bohemian Story
Your dad was a clown
your mother was rich
Your brother refused you
and tortured your fish
You cried like an orphan
and saved up your tears
You bought a small plane
which you flew in for years
Your friends were invited
to the edge of the knife
But cautious they were
and squeamish with heights
So you started a band
with your Gibson guitar
A three-piece ensemble
complete with a bar
You played for sinners
at the Cathedral Hotel
You threw them a halo
you hung from a bell
You invented a tune
you concocted a drink
The muses were summoned
back from the brink
Your audience saddled
on your beast of lament
The riders all wheezing
the countryside bent
The tempest came on
the acid kicked in
The airstream of karma
was under your wing
The women fell sideways
you averted their glare
You sang like and angel
as if you weren't there
I can still see you now
on the roof of your car
In your hand a canary
in your lips a cigar
Your hair was unwashed
your dreadlocks uncouth
Your vices were many
your virtue was truth
You sailed the summer
with the grace of a swan
You swam like a soldier
into the beyond
The assualt was severe
but you were immune
The rituals went on
from December 'til June
We wandered the hills
and prayed to the grass
The river winked through
the evening's hourglass
You sang me a ballad
you cured my crush
The velveteen snowbird
I was aching to touch
The future was perched
on the balcony white
The ravens released
their ebony light
From where did you come?
To where did you dive?
From the ocean's bull-ring
To the city's beehive?
Your inclusion was total
the stones were all turned
The world was your teacher
but the world wouldn't learn
Your path was like fire
but mine was like sleet
My pain was expensive
and yours it was cheap
poem by James Kendrick
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