Tom Laughlin – Born Losers (1967) (RIP 1931-2013)

I do not own the copyright and is shared from a social media source as a memory of Tom Laughlin ‘Billy Jack’

Palace of the Neon Stars

white leather jeans shirt forgotten

crushed joint spark


close to oak tree/

picked up Harley Sprint kicked alive

the virtue of engine noise

as grass gave way to blacktop,

wind swallowed hair flowed out,

riding unicorns to the resting place

of yesterday


time bends/

literate words come into mind

long weaver woven sentences

to use

as he sought her out

princess of diamonds and pearls

her rooms would be richly furnished


ditch the bike/

clatter of steel

engine splutters into silence,

a burden tugged

hooked on his heart,

emotions break was a wild sea

worrying the conscious


diminishing light/

as sun dropped over rooftops

he still searched out the place

The Palace

run down building anointed by graffiti

fractured bricks

rolled  shutter windows


snap fingers/

make a wish

saxophone played long drawn notes,

that filtered like nicotine

into his veins

thickening, hardening

flesh pricked cold


darkness calls/

not drunk stumbled over steps,

trash septic festering

litter of abused society,

excrement and needles

vibration of notes

lingered in guts and loins


stage lit/

by pigeon broken holes

and the princess was there

moving sensual in a half light

full link to reality

saxophone to lips

blonde soul hair,

righting a stool

looked over


an enhancement to his retina

delft blue panties

bare breasts full as a coming moon

nature to his root

he found the princess of his Palace

the reason of future

blueprint of his plans