27 And Gone To Heaven Poem by BEAU GOLDEN

27 and gone to heaven
red blue purple tie dyed shirts and jeans
lost before learning what life means
big fat green bell-bottoms big fat ties
the party isn't over til someone dies

27 and gone to heaven
morrison, joplin, hendrix, and more
exiting out the backstage door
as the ballerina in the music box halts

tapestry wool cotton and lace
I cant escape from thoughts and face
ice and fire and love and desire
a bright red tie on a valentine's guy

There is only one place to turn to keep warm
As the yellow jacketed bees begin to swarm
There is only one place to lie
As it becomes my turn to die

i finally stand then i am gunned down
Amidst my blood i am forced to drown
Los Angeles will never be my home
Across the earth my soul will roam.

And 3 old fat wrinkled ladies in bluejeans smile and nod twinkling with understanding as the universe continues to expand
Come now, hold my hand

Beau Golden
2009