Velvet Underground Poem by John Ackerman

there's salt in the air by the ocean without a care
fell beneath the tears of the scale of obscurity
in the Spring the leaves felt through with cadence of illumination
one vibration permeates the fragile structure in my egg shelled mind
but I found a place unlike no other away from the honest decorum
its in the velvet underground with dungeons filled with dragons
the peril of its swift exploits resonate their without a single care
an abrupt front having kings and queens and a court jester to
perhaps I have bitten off far more then I could ever chew
built on a city of gold as time unfolds through the duration of the underground
out of the fever pitch silence there is brought about resilence

painted picture by the kings quarters in solvent resolution
down the corridor the villagers are entertained by the pious court jester with juggling
feathers are swept beneath the palace gate in a swirl of emotions.
out of the wood work came a polished fair maiden strong in her delivery
wanting to see the dragon blown up in its fullest extacy
after a quick look she was hooked drawn upon the nature of the beast
Both the king and queen had a magic wand with a heavenly song

through the velvet underground there is praise for song in heightened fancy
the dragon was soon defeated by a noble man with a sword
cutting off its head he fell head long dead
this is the place where dreams are made a way of escape
from the hustle and bustle of our everyday existence learn to shun the resistance
out of every circumstance you can take part in the dance as you explore the Velvet Underground.