Right Here Wandering the city of my dreams, with my grandfather's spirit in my mind, accompanying me into old fashioned arcades, staring across the bay and sending love to friends who sail it. We wander around on this merry go round of love, finding the candy stores of our souls. I dined on a heart attack between buns, I longed for slower times, and I received them. The man behind the bush no longer causes me to jump, I gladly ask strangers for photos, I connect with traveling Texans. and a man said, "You're a steam punk," when here I was thinking of hippies. This life is a candy store, but it takes trying new things to figure out what's sweetest, and sometimes all you find is that the marzipan still ain't your bag.
This is a throwback poem from a previously published book. I’ll be posting throwbacks every Wednesday.
I was wandering around Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco sometime in the spring of 2015 and these lines came to me.
Look Ma! No Hands!
Look Ma! No Hands! is D.L. Lang's fourth poetry book, containing old poetry from old papers once forgotten, and new poems from a surge of inspiration. This 150 page poetry collection is part fantasy, part autobiography, part prayer book, part honoring my inner child, part Jewish, part hippie, part Oklahoma, part California.