Thursday, May 21, 2009


Old beatnik poet have you gone too far?
travelling to the mystic stars
with the flight of your soul
in the backseat of your vintage car

or burning on the docks at Veracruz
with the sacks of coco
smelling like the celestial burn
trying to win but always lose

mad with your solitude and foe
in collision with the lonely planet
stalled in the broken elevator
that would never go

dreaming of the bat with no head
sometimes your open
other times your closed
still sipping wine without the bread


sarah said...

this has some kind of ephemeral effect on me, something below what I can explain, perhaps its the words you used. I like it.

Irene Toh said...

Wayne, you quirky beatnik. Thanks for the words. You Waynise everything.

gautami tripathy said...

What a start and what en ending. Loved it!

Annie said...

"with the sacks of coco
smelling like celestial burn'
Gorgeous image.

Nathan said...

Great response to the initial question.

Wayne Pitchko said...

Thanks everyone

Erin Davis said...

I especially love the last stanza!

Anonymous said...

Shades of Omar Kiam, "Old Beatnik". Cool man! Well done.

Annie said...

Love reading your pieces, so I have given you a blog award - details are on my blog.

Wayne Pitchko said...


Destinee said...

this was amazing! the words you used just made it so... i don't know... indescribable. in a good way, of course.