Oh! You Woodstock Child Poem by keith Durante

My spirit lay dead, no light in my eyes,
I chiristened each bar with outlandish lies,
empty and callous, I was spitting out sin,
denying rumors of where I'd been,

most likely out chasing another skirt,
too drunk to stumble, too drunk to flirt,
stuck in a vacuum sucking up glee,
craving every drug offered to me,

I was the hip woodstock child,
a fiery mystic running wild,
dancing and playing my rock and roll harp,
I had no shelter, not even a tarp,
but I would bewitch and write in style,

taking you hostage if only for awhile,
riding love songs, peace trains and more,
waking each day on the bathroom floor,

little by little, my lifeline grew weak,
I awoke in a world where only demons speak,
I screamed for mercy and heaven smiled,
Oh! you woodstock child running wild...