Young, oblivious, bold-
flashes of common sense
popping up like clowns or daffodils
once in a blue moon
(the one that left me standing alone.....)
remembering how much
fun
was the most important goal
with sex and drugs and rock and roll
not only fun, of course, or just kicks
some of it felt like love
and might have been
some of it felt like flying
to the planet of the big ideas no one has ever had before
top of the pole
bottom of the hole
finish off whatever is in the bottom of the bowl
sex and drugs and rock and roll
looking back, now
not complex
age changes how things matter
what intimacy means
what words and music mean
richer, deeper
or more easily dispatched
perspective borne of struggle and joy
deceit and bullshit take their toll
on
sex and drugs and rock and roll
still, sweeter than the softest dawn
the long caress of twilight
opens up
stillness
stretches out
moments of fierce, delightful tenderness
feed the soul
dwelling with/in
sex and drugs and rock and roll