Woodstock 2012

The veil is lifted

and on stage the scales are twisted

in an almost angry meloncholy

Prozac medicated rebellion.

So it is said on my t-shirt,

and enough water for everyone

even the bad fishies

that don't lick their lips to the taste.

 

Years have rolled on

baby steps of evolution

in six degrees we beat our mother

who lies trampled in the mosh pit

next to my beer bottle.

 

The singer spins like a top

and screams for change

I try to point the way,

but I am too old now

and the dressing

like bumper stickers

is not my flavor.

 

I'm looked at with disdain

the children, slowly seduced

to the cage with gentle touches

and soothing sounds.

A sea of phones, ring tones

and designer mock poverty.

 

It starts to rain

it always rains

and the field is churned to mud

torn away

exposed

I see them rolling like worms

blindly intertwined

to this sacrificial circle.

 

The high priests look on

under umbrellas

behind the stage.

They smell of decay

stubby fingers

calculating the cost

and making sure

there is always more stock.

 

I want to unwind

away from this crowded agitation

this too human maelstrom

this eager puppy emptiness.

And I remember

I did not take my pills today.

 

Reviews

[Casanova]

well for someone like myself that has the Woodstock'69 video, my mother said in 1969 that if I ever went to Woodstock to never come back. Being raised Catholic I didn't(guilt trip) and seeing the woodstock'99 highlights I must say I liked this description a lot more

" it starts to rain, it always rains"-that was funny-well done