Kit Carson  

Poetry The Dark Ages In the beginning, there was light Quest for knowledge Ticket dearly bought Young gun, pistol cocked Experienced wide and far But ganja had to be shed The magic carpet put to bed Beer was his only friend the nights The music died The music had already turned Before the Johns departed His life turned with the music Punk and New Age, Rap and Grunge As the world turned cold The “Chill” spread throughout The decade of darkness The bong was tossed along with His heart, which Existed only within the shadows The wine and beer though, flowed New friends were made in the wake Of lost shipmates The girl was there where he left her Still not knowing her own mind Slowly stealing what ebb was left The seas got rocky as beer and gambling Took over as the favored sins He was so freaking smart It was a shame he didn’t have a clue Darkness fell when she got married Continued when she came running As she always did Others were seen along the way And they saw the troubled son Adrift within the hallowed halls Of wisdom They all took what they came after And lived for another day Love came running, knocking At the door, midnight hour Hope rekindled Then stolen by the re-gifter The drifter in the night Made one last deal with the Devil As the beat went on and on Twisting in rainbow colors Dancing to the tune about The road to Hades Laughing in the night We will never get this right And so the band played on Somewhere along the way Hope and joy were lost Dreams faded into the night Wisdom was not held In a plaque upon the wall Love and dreams failed to ignite Shadows crept into the soul A cold, bitter frost settled on the heart A fire hydrant jumped out and bit him On a drunken Monday night The clang of the bars a broken tune For a broken man Lost in a broken world Of his own making And then, with the party over The music long since died The angel flown and gone The book of drea