Mick and the boys

Mick and the boys,
Jim and John
How I love those stallion
bad boys,
whose lips were filled with insult
and cuss words.
Boys I wanted
to be a one night stand
teenage groupees a revolution
Mick’s tantalizing lips
and Lizard King Jim
and Johnny who left his wife
for Yoko,
was the good boy of them all
Mick with his bones protruding
strutting into the next woman
Jim intoxicated already,
naked on a stage
John’s atheist heart
scarred
a sarcastic man hardened
by Julia’s death,
watching a mother dying
raw blood rushing through
suffering veins,
and the women who stood
without shirts in front of the stage
were tattoos barely dry
I hardly thought of the lyrics
mesmerized by Ray Manzarek’s haunting
keyboard,
living through the protests
and the body bags waiting to be shipped
with fresh grief,
grave diggers
the dandelions of expression
put on the epitaphs of boys
barely 18,
unable to hear the banging rocks
that were guitar rifts,
I leave the transistor with
John lamenting,
to sing them to a final sleep
not to be tortured
to hear the words,
“Give Peace a chance.”

Mick and the boys

emilyhurts

Joined August 2010

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