No Direction Home

No Direction Home

A Poem by Colette
"

feeling like i'm living in the wrong time

"

 

 

The young Bob Dylan

looks like my former young lover

The small tunnel in my breast aches

and so does my lonely heart

 

There are young geniuses I like

old geniuses I’d love to meet

I can’t figure out if I was born too soon

or born too late

 

But I don’t feel that I have a place

in this time

 

I’ve got my Johnny Cash guitar

I wish Dylan could teach me how to play

fluidly

so I could make my poems sing like his

 

I wish I could teach Bob how to paint

fluidly

but I’m not there

I’m here, kick-starting my scooter, and

 

riding home

 

My black cat needs me

so does Lil P

at least 10 more years

Gimme 10 more years

 

Zoabi needs me

Frida too

Little baby Boo Blue

likes my face

 

I want to live

damn it

Why do I have to have cancer?

again

 

There’s so many places

I still wanna see

So many things

I still wanna do

 

Hey Bobby, I’d like to take you

to Little Mexico

to hear the Mariachi play their big guitars

and wail their Spanish songs

 

I bet it would get inside you

like it does me

 

But I have to work

water the plants

keep moving

through what feels like limbo

 

 

and fold some paper airplanes

© 2012 Colette


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Oh this is so nice ,and felt much humur in it,at the way life is
it never comes in time,as I am living in the wrong time and place
the young genuiuses I like or the old I d love to meet
Think I was borne too soon or maybe too late
love Johnny guitar ,wish Dylan would teach me to play
So I make my poems sing and teach Bob how to paint
I want to live damn it ,no cancer no not now
so many places wanna see,things wanna do
and see Mexico and take you too,see their big guitars
See them wail their Spanish songs,bet would get inside you like it did with me
this is so nice ..tells how stupid life could be,in simple words no philosophie
really enjoyed this ..lovely write

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Quiero que vivas, también ... de amar, de escribir, de viajar, de comer y no tener miedo, Colette! Me encanta la foto con tu poema!!!!

Una Hermosa Mariposa

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh this is so nice ,and felt much humur in it,at the way life is
it never comes in time,as I am living in the wrong time and place
the young genuiuses I like or the old I d love to meet
Think I was borne too soon or maybe too late
love Johnny guitar ,wish Dylan would teach me to play
So I make my poems sing and teach Bob how to paint
I want to live damn it ,no cancer no not now
so many places wanna see,things wanna do
and see Mexico and take you too,see their big guitars
See them wail their Spanish songs,bet would get inside you like it did with me
this is so nice ..tells how stupid life could be,in simple words no philosophie
really enjoyed this ..lovely write

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Colette
Colette

Phoenix, AZ



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