GOLDEN RIVER

 

The river is golden

 breezes blow the ship

  and we sail on down the sea

   head to Rio de Janeiro

    with a cool million

     in contraband merchandise

      and no less than 7 ounces

       of black Afghani hashish

        found under a tree.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

from an old spiral notebook.  This one was written in the summer of 1981.  Some of us weren't even born then.  I think I was but I can't be sure.

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allets's picture

When You Can't

remember when you were born, that's a sign. Of something, but I don't know what precisely. I got that Rambo feeling - I'm certain that was not the aim. :D


 

 

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Rambo or Rimbaud.  Minor

Rambo or Rimbaud.  Minor differences are important.