. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Monday, January 20, 2014


Everybody gets high
in the mountains.
In the mountains
everybody's high.
Sea level sours your soul.
Even the cracks in the valleys
rise higher than thee,
Then the night
whom brings you face to face
with the stars,
your companions while you sleep--
a billion dreams.
...and where's the street light?
the stop light?
the porch light?
--counterfeit drugs
that are death to the soul on the summit.
Stagnant air down there
that's not fit for swimming,
lo, the breeze in the mountain pass
that flows streamlike
tossing trout covered leaves
between nestled rocks,
solid rocks,
old rocks--
flows high and wild,
untamed air exploding in your lungs,
drowning your ability to ever say goodbye,
to ever leave--
a return to flat reality,
where dogs are chained
and bikes are too.
You could walk forever,
for eternity there,
and get no closer to eternal heaven--
to the heavens,
scratched by tips of granite
where wildflowers dance
in multicolored dances of hallucination
above the treeline,
tripping in a landscape of grey
or green
or purple.
Can you feel the sun,
heaped there on your naked shoulder,
wrapped in the wind,
blown in fresh from the peaks,
into your soul,
your veins,
leaving track marks on your mind,
leaving sea level
and this
and that
so very far behind.
As you rise upward
one meadow to the next,
your laced boots,
long now addicted to the climbing trail,
have discovered nothing new in time--
Everybody gets high
in the mountains.
In the mountains
everybody's high.



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