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 

a subtle shift shifts from “what is” 

to an ancient rice krispie river flowing with news  

about the why and where of sacred gospel nature

and ... as one mind sides with all who are unsatisfied 

another stands unprepared to be prepared 

to cut thru the crazy crevices in his polytropic mind 

and leaves the protoplasmic slime that stokes more drowning less 

and yet and and yet again   

with existential hope anew  

we find anarchist caveman clues we weren’t searching for

high aloft a a celestial cemetery thru a jazzy bee bop brass door 

so galore it summons all but death to its delinquent news and clues     

about where goeth transcendental life 

about how to escape the capitalist ruin aflame in blame  

about walking thru blinding rain to the servant sun 

and on to our skyway ecstatic 

day after today 

fresh and breathing brightest frontier