Go Fly A Kite

I know a good woman who thinks that her son lost his life because he took to drinking water only. - Thoreau

down at the park by the inlet

rocks hold the water back

but not the tears

on the other side of that, seemingly on dry land

empty beer bottles and plastic nips rattle about

wrinkled bags that once held weed blow in the breeze

cigarette butts and spent roaches

velcroed cloth and rubber tourniquets

spent condoms, their wrappers and homeless semen

swallowing little, round things

pressing needles into tired veins

dropping acid like car batteries on unsuspecting toes

a real trip

no reservations required

no bags to pack

no tickets to buy

the only lines are high and white

silly me,

all this time i thought that parks were for flying a kite

Author's Note

"I would fain keep sober always; and there are infinite degrees of drunkenness. I believe that water is the only drink for a wise man; wine is not so noble a liquor; and think of dashing the hopes of a morning with a cup of warm coffee, or of an evening with a dish of tea! Ah, how low I fail when I am tempted by them!" - Thoreau

Reviews

[Lara]

This piece reminds me of signs you might see cemented at various spots around Australia, by a river, or beach, or warm Cove of the woods: "Crown land. No camping" -- as if the queen of England doesn't have a bed of her own already, and laying a pillow by the river were an unsavoury act of humanity...
Madness beyond madness.
(Far as I'm concerned, they could kiss my arse while I sleep - dreaming of kites)

I like this poem, Pete. With a passion.

[Pete]

lol about the queen. truth is indeed stranger than fiction. that madness you speak of is now ruling.

“Nations are possessed with an insane ambition to perpetuate the memory of themselves by the amount of hammered stone they leave. What if equal pains were taken to smooth and polish their manners? One piece of good sense would be more memorable than a monument as high as the moon.” - thoreau

thanks for the soaring thoughts lara.

[Pete]

lol about the queen. that madness you speak of is now ruling.

“Nations are possessed with an insane ambition to perpetuate the memory of themselves by the amount of hammered stone they leave. What if equal pains were taken to smooth and polish their manners? One piece of good sense would be more memorable than a monument as high as the moon.” - thoreau

thanks for sharing the soaring thoughts lara.

[ETERNITY]

You do speak as if you know a thing or two or three.
Some of that stuff I'm not sure but it is put together in excellent fashion!
Your writing turns the dumps into delight, Pete.
I have had wine.
After all the stuff you speak on, I love the ending: "silly me,
all this time i thought that parks were for flying a kite"

[Pete]

here's to happiness ...

[ETERNITY]

@Pete I meant I've had it in the past, not right now (;

[Pete]

... i know ....

[ETERNITY]

@Pete my favorite lines, "silly me,
all this time i thought that parks were for flying a kite"

[Vol]

Pet,
Wisdom is important... just flavorless. It needs an occasional binge, flight of fancy, or one night stand to add some juice, some flavor, some nutrition...
Vol

[Pete]

point well taken but when is enough enough? seems that the tide isn't the only thing getting high every day.

[Vol]

Pete,
OCCASIONAL binge... ALWAYS aware of beauty.
Vol