Heads were spinning, your typewriter clicks
The genius pouring, outta your wits
Linda Blair vomiting; “You
Cunting Whore” ***
Like a metronome tocking, begging for more!
As I selfishly tended, my everyday chores
Trying to fix desperately, what I didn’t adore
Wiping reality, off of it’s stage.
Where, under same roof
Bunked beds stacked high,
I remember that night,
We both said “Let’s Fly”
Bolting out of NC, in Favor of York
So many firsts, we’d gradually uncork;
Pinball Wizards, Acid Queens
A Seven Hour Fantasia on national themes.
Singing Sweeny’s meat pies,
We belted and dreamed,
Playing the white way,
Our souls alive, beamed.
You did it buddy, you beat us to the punch
You Tom Sawyered your way, aheada’ the bunch.
“You’re the perfect combination of Innocence
& Spunk”
The New York Times heralded, (and not to debunk!)
Imprint made,
On everyones lives
Reminding us all,
How quickly time flies.
I’m thankful most
For the brief time we shared;
That Toast we made
Atop a’ Times Square;
“This is it”, We
screamed, “The now, right here!
Take it for it’s worth
- Laugh in the face of fear!”
Need to remind myself daily, of then
Young and bright, Cocky Wise Men!
Oh Prodigal Son, you’ll surely be missed
In this physical plane, I’ll forever remiss
That dinner we planned, that never took place
Table set now, in The Light’s sacred grace.
*** This is a reference to the Musical Version of "The Exorcist" Josh wrote.
