Getting Horizontal
Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2019 3:20 pm
Getting Horizontal
I've just spent an hour on my floor.
No, I didn't fall.
No my back doesn't hurt.
A sudden impulse to get horizontal,
listening to old music
without the distraction of videos.
I set up a play list,
then flopped out on the carpet.
Mama Cass and her cohort
took me to Creeque Alley,
and I shared Summer In The City
with John Sebastian's Spoonful.
The Moody Blues, somewhat dramatically,
asked me The Question.
then lounged around in White Satin.
Procul Harum slowly wound on,
about a Whiter Shade of Pale.
Leonard Cohen growled hypnotically
about some bird called Suzanne,
who lived near a river
The Byrds were Eight Miles High,
and I still don't know what it meant..
No red or black candle,
flickering in the wax encrusted neck
of an old round-bodied wine bottle.
No twirly Hippy thing, hanging above,
swirling in the convection currents..
Must have slowed my pulse way down,
forty per minute or less.
A leisurely wander down memory lane.
Bit of a bugger getting back up again though
Gyppo
I've just spent an hour on my floor.
No, I didn't fall.
No my back doesn't hurt.
A sudden impulse to get horizontal,
listening to old music
without the distraction of videos.
I set up a play list,
then flopped out on the carpet.
Mama Cass and her cohort
took me to Creeque Alley,
and I shared Summer In The City
with John Sebastian's Spoonful.
The Moody Blues, somewhat dramatically,
asked me The Question.
then lounged around in White Satin.
Procul Harum slowly wound on,
about a Whiter Shade of Pale.
Leonard Cohen growled hypnotically
about some bird called Suzanne,
who lived near a river
The Byrds were Eight Miles High,
and I still don't know what it meant..
No red or black candle,
flickering in the wax encrusted neck
of an old round-bodied wine bottle.
No twirly Hippy thing, hanging above,
swirling in the convection currents..
Must have slowed my pulse way down,
forty per minute or less.
A leisurely wander down memory lane.
Bit of a bugger getting back up again though
Gyppo