miracles of miracles, man
An actor who did my fav play I've written ... in 2013 ... Rent a Beatnik ... sent it to me after I thought I had lost it forever. It's great when you re-read something after a very long time and it's better than you remembered - he says. One of the niks recited the following nutty poem in a party scene. The ad above was real. a popcorn puppet strolls down the shrinking street long shadows the color of softness show the way the day waves goodbye a silver spot of falling fluid neon light buzz saws beneath hard winter skin as beauty follows the body’s leave adorned by the dying old man dawn in the cryptic crossfire spin of growing dusk there grows in him ... and yes, in us ... a rise, an edenic sense of tribal events commencing themselves to the word we proclaim ”earth” there’s a crazy itch here of unsung subterranean sounds as lightning sizzles the bones of shattered names and burns and turns waves of tight twisting time...
