Written by George Gad Economou
darling, elevate some
of the damn pain;
let’s torch the mornings, ride off
into the deep night and speed over the canyon
to the other side; over the Edge.
while the green moon dances and the stars sing their psalms,
let’s set the world on fire, do a tango over the ashes,
like we promised during wild, sweltering nights.
sing me some blues like you did back
when I stared dead into the night searching for foreign ghosts.
how could I’ve known you’d become
the most prominent and clear?
we swilled rotgut at the beach;
you sang the blues, I had the blues.
we drank, smoked, and kissed; two foreign souls
meeting for a singular moment in a strange realm
while scouring for a way out, dredging up the glorious
pathway to heaven. we believed, naively,
the great Poet that wrote of pits, mountains, and singing angels.
he knew nothing; nor do we now. nor will anyone ever do. it’s okay.
night falls, come sing me the blues one last time,
let me hear your voice in a dream.
Text © George Gad Economou
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Sometimes, if we are lucky, life’s dreams may become a beautiful reality.
I’ve been following these, and this is by far, and I mean by far the best of GGE’s efforts. Good modern poetry or free form prose needs to be like good barbeque. Bear down on the meat, ease up on the potato salad. At last, the potato salad bowl is found empty.