Five Poems by Jon Watson - beat56

 

Death drug poets

 

Death drug poets de Quincey 

into eternity smoke mirrors and 

the sun for beauty

in the land of the poets 

sensualists 

nepenthe their ordinary existences 

for doomed ecstasy 

on heap'd wings of delight 

sovran melancholy 

the barter'd muse awaits 

in half death 

dark rooms 

of nothing'd 

pleasure fading 

drug comedown 

disintegration 

all poets get old everyday 

the death of young beauty

Drug Poetry

Drug poetry is a dying art there are still odes to be dream written in the night like the sun coming up like a drug of the lonely night stars like loves eyes and if beauty is eternal poetry shines invoked oblivion is a dying art

Photographer speed

in favour of spirit photographer speed in the apple of my sigh friends and sedatives displacement activity addiction genes Schopenhauer addiction the death of poetry one day one day the death of poetry

A NEW HOPE


Whoever can see through all fear

Will always be safe- Lao Tzu

 

A

 

His plants are in the cupboard mixin

With the light and dark

I'm on the easy chair

Not thinkin bout anything


D


Lyin down breathin with the tv on were lookin

To get

Smoked out weary and laid down

Look out late when your in your own head

Worries troubles money void

Time take an

Aspirin go to sleep readin lamp sofa beat hideaway corner the room

Late night lying down book high drowsy slowly from

Higher than the day to come higher days that pass along

Higher than the day that's passed high the day that's gone

Look out late when your in your own night

There's shadows where we belong dark ends new hope

The future is always emotion to get

Fucked up

Ascent

Ascent this relief in  

Shades 

despite the danger  

Unforseen  

swiftly changing 

hardships and perils 

far nothing beautiful  

with acceptance 

falling realities that 

on another night would 

be enough these 

carefully 

still believed  

ascended rapture nowhere passes

Jon Watson - beat56 is a beatlakegrunge relic poet the road of 90s excess leads to the gilded palace of sin and comes out in the sunshine of the cloudy mind to hopefully transmit elevate those with clouds or dark star nights.