ORIGINAL POETRY BY DUNCAN HAMMITT

*Awesome in this case means good to an extent.

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The Classics

Ah, the classics. Lou Reed and the Stones

All ready to listen to, waiting on hold

The turntable spins, and I hear the sounds

Of Gilmour and Dylan, playing a-loud

The Beatles, the Who, and Frank Zappa too?

Ah, the classics. Lou Reed and the Stones

Time Time can overcome you Materials get in the way

Isn’t it hard when you discover that It’s too late for you today

The world is bigger Others have more Trying to change it

Is an impossible chore Can you do it?

Can you change it? Or will time win once more?

It isn’t that great When you’re all done for

Journey through the Usual

I walk through the field of roses made from pearls

Growing out of plastic soil Into the sea of flames

On a silver boat I stop at the bar

And duck for cover from a dive bomb I see the usual as uncharted territory.

Sounds

The sounds I’ve heard are like none other The sounds couldn’t be from anywhere else

These sounds from such a serendipitous experience Detoured from my usual spot, across the aisle I went

I heard a great sound The 1967 Gibson Les Paul Standard VOS through a Fender

vacuum tube amp So clean, so crisp, this sound

Of the godly guitar through the angelic amp

Now I See I didn’t like what I heard

So I quit, and I didn’t want to learn. But now I heard how great it is.

So new, so more I now listen to jazz.

Ode to Nature Oh look around, at the wonderful, wonderful, rainforest.

Leaves and leaves and sticks and sticks all over. Green is so vibrant and nice that I think of it as the best.

Flowers, flowers, showers, flies and spiders. Animals, animals, animals, traveling East to West. Stomping, stomping, ants are dead now for sure.

Trees and leaves, leaves and sticks, sticks and dirt, minerals of the best.

Rocks and water, idle, still and so pure. Look at the nature, so wonderful, wonderful, all the best.

Nice and fresh and new and old and greatest!