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Crimson And Clover
who think life is but a joke..
…and this is not our fate
so let us not speak falsely now,
the hour is getting late…”
~~’Along the Watch Tower’
words by Bob Dylan
sung by Jimi Hendrix
crimson and clover,
over and over..”
~~’Crimson and Clover’
Tommy James and the Shondells
in psychedelic memories,
as chords of dissonant vowels
resonate in the choir.
It was a time of crimson and clover,
of blood spread out magnificently
in Southeast Asian mountains,
rivers and fields.
Blood, tasting like cinnamon
and flowing like clover
that never washed away.
Not even as the napalm of orange
ran and burned
into the angers of rage
we felt at home.
Yet, we raised our heads
to the martyrs of Attica,
of Jackson
and Kent States.
Yes, our generation felt
compelled to act.
speak chords of dissonant vowels
but there is no consonants to resonate
in the choir.
Over and over,
bloody crimson
soaks the clover,
over and over,
over and over.
shit, warmed over to appeal
to people today,
as America
looks us in the eyes
and lies, lies, lies.
“Over and over
crimson and clover,
over and over.”
“come and smoke my herb…”:
“let us not talk falsely now,
the hour is getting late..”
It is up to us to
finish what we started,
To visit anew our rage;
let’s clear the earth of this
American scourge.
Can we afford to waste
another day?
Hard Time Melted
Now we buy clothing labeled made in Viet Nam and the U.S. considers southeast Asia the newest place of threat - still looking for WMD and forgot to look in the home closet - the truth is, we could still blow up everything green.A new kind of "mushroom" to get high on...nice art mushroom in the poem, bye the bye - hart truths in here. I miss Hendrix - Lady A
Amushrooms and Jimi...
I miss him too Lady A... Doing bvolunteer work at Revolution Books and you can run into and meet different people. About a month ago a man, a musician and very knowledgeable about Jimi Hendrix hipped me to a book thzt he did research for about how Jimi never died of a self-inflicted overdose, but was murdered by his manager at the time because Jimi was going to change record labels. He claimed that this guy actually confessed to this to him while he was interviewing him. Now I was nor am I nor into conspiracies, I must admit I always thought that Jimi's death was very mysterious. If I can find it, I wrote another poem that referenced Jimi and post it here at PP. Hope you are well Lady A and hey, thanks for the great comments these poems are getting from you. ;o)