A nod, a wink, and a white rabbit pantomime.

A nod, a wink, and a white rabbit pantomime.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

A night crawl through the doors -
a mind's odyssey
where new horizons tip toe
along a crazy world -
shades of autumn
where another day, another yesterday
stays with me, together falling.
The razzmatazz of jazz not conforming,
our thoughts far too gone in kind, simmer
in synaptic entanglements introduced
to Hot Heels and Steam Heat,
the devil's dance by Madam Delight.
The blue sessions begin in flowing rhapsodies
surrounding the aura of Lady Lovesport
while the piano for lovers 
paused for feeling saxy.
Everyone boogied dazed and confused
to the blending of musical souls
entranced as the seductive sitar played.
Through a thunderbolt of reasoning, stoned
I saw clearing skies -
a mystic queen high on the funk
delving in LSD in an atmospheric
sex fusion of enchantment.
While one hears the wind
of the ceiling fan whisper in voices,
the gravitational forces pulls
the psychedelic invasion
splashing the cranial walls
of societies minds in glorious colours.
Where someone could have said.
" Who saw the moon slide down the rainbow?"
To which everyone replied.
" Yes! We did!"
And everyone believed.
But like all good dreams,
it was against the clock,
and in an instant
underneath the stars
it was all gone....

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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i also thought of the Faces' album title..."a nod is as good as a wink to a blind horse"----

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thanks j I never knew that. Thanks for commenting. I was listening to a long version of white rabbi.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

i kind of surmised that the poem was inspired by that song...it is a classic...the poem is pretty da.. read more
i like this perspective of the sixties...from a smarter perspective looking back...it wasn't all peace, love, dope in a good way...
things were twisted...but then the times were twisted and we had to bend along with them...
really insightful write, andrew.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Very strange poem about dreams. One time I dreamed of getting a thousand of dollars and I woke up and realized I was never given that money ever. It made me sad.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Wow! I think I just had a flashback … let me drag out my bell bottoms, tie-dye shirt and snoot boots and we're off to score some reefer. One pill makes you smaller and one pill makes you tall … but the one your mother gives you …
Let's not chase that rabbit

Wonderfully done Andrew

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thanks Ted you got it in one with Grace Slick’s white rabbit.
It can be like that in a dream... you have the secret to Jazz where melodies are songs that you know by heart ... a nightmare in colors that capture your imagination. truly, Pat

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

indeed pat the late sixties psychedelic era of music, what a blast!
Patricia Wedel

5 Years Ago

My introduction to Jazz was so romantic... on a date and I was enamored with the Guy
while l.. read more

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Added on January 25, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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