Dylan

He didn't go lightly from the ledge,
he went in hallucinatory electric
fucking protest, leaving
blood on the tracks.
He infused hard edged lyrics
with no mercy
as he preached of the apocalypse
from a slow train coming on.
Laying with ladies
as everyone got stoned,
he would converse with God
and Abraham,
his raspy voice
carrying the Beats with him
through the blowing winds
of change.
His words are still rebirthing,
listen for the straight trip into tomorrow
as he kissed goodbye the howling beast on
the borderline of sanity.
Bobbie Kilzer Gogain
3/24/2000