IRISH BOHEMIA

Something written back in 2016 obvious inspiration for this poem, 'weird scenes inside the canyon' and the imagery and strange weird characters in it' like a guy called 'captain blood' Dave Macgowan wrote about, I see that book as a microcosm of the many stages of the break down of America and a nations search to find identity and how money and power curupts people and get curupted by the media glitz of stardom and how its a more complex world than we think, you'd say the classic sex drugs, rock and rock n roll story, and the power of propaganda in the media, power currupts and absolute power currupts absolutely, to qoute Lord Acton (1887) like it was a distraction to the Vietnam war or something I'm trying to compare it to whats in the media today, I'd say it was definitely different times then not like now we are bombarded with imagery non stop in a hyper society with all the trappings mind trappings now more than ever, but atleast some of the music was good, wasn't all bad.

Irish Bohemia

Some where on the road east L.A

A man ran off to live with a pack of wild dogs

Jazz Cult Train playin in the backround

He spoke into a metal and plastic tube inside a voice box revealing his confessions

The children of the land were starvin they don't trust the government and the seeds failed during the winter

Out in the stables they lived

Which was on a ranch

Pinnoco the second coming was there spreading his formulist aesthetic politics

Poisioned from the last multidemensional journey ravaged from space rays

He was there in the Canyon in the commune Canyon Commune

C I.A infiltrated expendable characters

By June 72 everyone was addicted to heroine

No one trusted anyone

The bread was gone

only crumbs remain

Actually even they were gone

There was nothing left

A guy called captain blood

Was there shouting and raving

Hmmm so this is where he ended up sleeping on an old wooden floor

Beside him a pile of dirty magazines

The walls white with different coloured marks abstract style

Unco-ordinately

Dabbed on a hue of dull hue color

Just up the road newage travellers were living in the woods and had a space spinner

And a device you were straped into and it spins you in left right circular mode as if you were

Some intergalactic cosmonaut space traveller.

EC February 2016