Lord Lavender
Spayed by their reign
Losing my brain
36 years of institutions and pain
White coats
Iron bolts
Neutral halls
Bald walls
Never knowing joy
A black toy
Holding back the tears
For years
Others making plans
For my wild and wooly glands
Freedom's cold and hard hands
Independence a hard hold
Meds, beds and doctor's heads
Rolling into Nirvana's fold
My gift quivering
Conformity shimmering
Sprayed by God's rain
Jealousy insane
The good little boy who always
Did what they wanted
Sleeping undaunted
Taking razor to wrist
On hell's bucket list
Autumn Sky
Burnt like dust
Red as rust
Thin trees
Heroine breeze
Lofting over brown bees
Fall ceiling
Flowing next to tan dreaming
Chocolate leaves
Bursting beneath bony knees
October in Central Park
Like Abraham Lincoln in King Arthur's Court
Drinking sky
Like sipping lie
On majestic buttresses so high
Devouring heaven's saffron pie
Wild Boy
(Dedicated to Fred LeBlanc of the band Cowboy Mouth)
On the outskirts of sanity
He sings of existence and vanity
No one like him nowhere
He dares us to care
Dressed in flair and
Riding a mare named success
He spins instinct and talent
Into something valiant
Long hair and
A devil may care
We are all mesmerized by his stare
Ten fingers and a drummer's glare
He takes rock n' roll
From here to there
Knocking down heaven's door
Bursting onto Nirvana's fluorescent floor
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