Saturday, July 24, 2010


...for Big Tent Poetry
inspired by many poems of the BEATS...


the juke-box keeps playing waltzing matilda
at some broken down amusement park
held together with rubber bands
as the stalled ferris wheel keeps turning
grasping at the shadows of yesterday
where Jesus Rodriguez sang harmony
with four nuns in high heels
in front of a vacant tent
full of midgets dancing in habitual movements
shooting water pistols at the candle smoke
smouldering from their Cuban cigars
and Bogart's flaming tattoo
as the Beats go on


Systematic Weasel said...

Wonderfully written! The beats indeed go on! Thanks for sharing!


flaubert said...

Wayne you are a true beat poet
At least to me!

Anonymous said...

Love it and it is done in true beat fashion. they do go on, in people like yourself. Congratulations,


rallentanda said...

You have captured that beat Kerouac Ginsberg feel. You are truly a beat poet. Canada should make you a national treasure:)

Derrick said...

Alas, I'm too young for this, Wayne. Maybe my life has been boring as a result! Well done for evoking their time.

Tumblewords: said...

Ah, yes! You spun it right!

Wayne Pitchko said...

You gals and guys are way toooooo kind....I not only enjoy your comments...I really look forward to reading your up here in the mountains...well we still are on dial kind of slow and hard to read as many poems that I can ..but I try....and you ALL are truly inspiration....thank ya...and happy trails

Anonymous said...

Great brush strokes of the beat poets Wayne. Mountain living is great ya!

Anonymous said...

and it's right up our alley (circus-ish)! thanks for writing with us!

Francis Scudellari said...

I enjoyed this carnival ride of a poem. Thanks for sharing Wayne.

brenda w said...

Wayne, This is one of my favorited from the Big Tent prompt. I love the surreal yet easy flowing attitude.

You Prairie Sky pieces remind me of some of central Montana's landscapes. Beautiful!