Silly Poetry Friday 14

And so it goes...the silliness continues. You know what, man? Silliness is deep. Like, really deep. So deep, in fact, that I thought I'd share some silly beat poetry with you this time round. Ok, I'm not sure if Jack Kerouac would appreciate being called a silly poet, but this poem he wrote is called Goofball Blues...

Goofball Blues

I'm just a human being with a lot of
Shit on my heart
My ambition was not the great
        Lover,
    But that's what I am
    Even in dreams, fiancees
           Of other men
            Ball on my joint
    And I am the Flying horse
        Of Mien Mo
    When I am an old man
    My grave will rot me
    The ones I loved were crazy
            Without knowing why
    When I am old I'll yawn
             In the Flannel Grave

And to add to the beatnik silliness, I thought I'd post some illustration work I did recently for that hip cool literary publication, Gargoyle Magazine. I illustrated the CD for a collection of Gargoyle's spoken word poetry, and thought it would be fun to give it a 60's beatnik theme, dude. Can you dig it?

Comments

[Bambi-really.]

Way cool, daddy-o. These are great. I just checked out your illustration website, your work is fantastic, so happy to have found you. I LOVE the pig for City Bites mag...

[Patricia]

Thank-you, Bambi! And thanks for sharing your blog and work, too. Very, very funny stuff. Consider yourself, blogrolled!