ours is the sky light blue
behind puffy white clouds
for us tall blades of grass green swish
leaning with the breeze
barking dogs hint at annoying obstructions
we long to be soaring birds
catching thermal winds
but we are tiny sparrows frantically slaving against it
force me higher to uninhabited forest spires go
there
you proud car drivers
burning rubber tires
helpless government
taxes for destructive rockets
don't bother me
mountain tropics are my witness
river waters carry quickness
from the dregs downtown
silted corporate seas
...of eroding humanity
6-27-15
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Actions Taken or Restrained
actions taken or restrained
chances faking this understanding
harmony brews naturally
prolonging fermentation
growing big and strong
letting leaves and buds get along
for the days we raise our glasses to toast
and pass the dutchie to the host
built-up energy float and float
reaching the inner groove in a leaky boat
without getting stuck on twigs through songs
until someone else comes along
overtakes the faking
leaves you out alone like an actor baking
without a breeze that dispels the dusty red dust
of wild habits or rituals
in conformity distrust
6-23-15
Sunday, June 14, 2015
All Washed-Out
all washed out
from my hair to my shoes
the color is bleached
from opinions and views
youth has dissolved
what i had learned
will not feel the heat
until they get burned
my white hair sparkles
with Tinkerbell dust
lets me safely through
that old red rust
everything is out of me
i have used it up myself
my store of tricks is empty
there is nothing on the shelf
you passed me by and left me flat
i would be sprawled out on the street
if not for provisions provided i
when life was full and sweet
if you were shot they would not come
to search me in my home
"he is much to old to pull the trigger"
the cops would leave me alone
yet i can pass through any keyhole
when others lose their key
and float through you with revelations
you could not even see
i ride my washed out bicycle
through brilliant greens and blues
a world of wonder full of thrills
if you would see the news
for washed-out beings are all-seeing
void of pigment lush
travel farther, give a bother
and do not miss life in a rush
6-14-15
from my hair to my shoes
the color is bleached
from opinions and views
youth has dissolved
what i had learned
will not feel the heat
until they get burned
my white hair sparkles
with Tinkerbell dust
lets me safely through
that old red rust
everything is out of me
i have used it up myself
my store of tricks is empty
there is nothing on the shelf
you passed me by and left me flat
i would be sprawled out on the street
if not for provisions provided i
when life was full and sweet
if you were shot they would not come
to search me in my home
"he is much to old to pull the trigger"
the cops would leave me alone
yet i can pass through any keyhole
when others lose their key
and float through you with revelations
you could not even see
i ride my washed out bicycle
through brilliant greens and blues
a world of wonder full of thrills
if you would see the news
for washed-out beings are all-seeing
void of pigment lush
travel farther, give a bother
and do not miss life in a rush
6-14-15
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Empire with the Erie Canal
Empire with the Erie Canal
greed through commerce drowned simple people
sacking earth's resources into hands of the few
impoverishing workers into wage slavery
states united undivided
from the Great Plains to the Appalachian Range
major undertakings taking natives under
industrial imposition revolutionaries wonder
when it was imperial to block the movement west
for well-connected colonials canals meant fortunes
Washington's land and wealth were presidential
the Potomac Patowmack Canal Company his
so trade would pass Mount Vernon and not Montreal
friendly American fathers engorged themselves
at the expense of natives and squatting homesteaders
to make their own empire
from sea to shining sea
it had nothing to do with you or me
"a canal to the moon," was the outcry
greed with territorial binds that tied us
leaving us stateless realities in rich men's dreams
through the Mohawk Valley it would gleam
without the republic that Jefferson schemed
eerie Erie banal Canal
landed aristocrats profited well
deeply did slave-laborers dig into hell
commercial adventure enterprise sell
to be continued...
greed through commerce drowned simple people
sacking earth's resources into hands of the few
impoverishing workers into wage slavery
states united undivided
from the Great Plains to the Appalachian Range
major undertakings taking natives under
industrial imposition revolutionaries wonder
when it was imperial to block the movement west
for well-connected colonials canals meant fortunes
Washington's land and wealth were presidential
the Potomac Patowmack Canal Company his
so trade would pass Mount Vernon and not Montreal
friendly American fathers engorged themselves
at the expense of natives and squatting homesteaders
to make their own empire
from sea to shining sea
it had nothing to do with you or me
"a canal to the moon," was the outcry
greed with territorial binds that tied us
leaving us stateless realities in rich men's dreams
through the Mohawk Valley it would gleam
without the republic that Jefferson schemed
eerie Erie banal Canal
landed aristocrats profited well
deeply did slave-laborers dig into hell
commercial adventure enterprise sell
to be continued...
Saturday, June 6, 2015
Keeping the Faith
only summer's return
lets me keep the faith in the day,
southern winds at my back
pushing the bicycle forward,
dappled clouds of content at noon
merge into rains that brew
storms of whispering cloudbursts
that wet the ground and vanish like that.
i keep the faith with the sun returning.
remove socks and sneakers
to tan feet up to the ankles.
outstretch legs into the sunshine.
remove a t-shirt to brown my chest.
horizontally lay to flatten breasts
letting light reach under cleavage.
when riding up the Han River feeling dandy
all is well in Arabian Nights.
moonshine shines on Black Oak Arkansas
as faith is kept like in years before.
faith will be kept in summer evermore.
6-5-15
lets me keep the faith in the day,
southern winds at my back
pushing the bicycle forward,
dappled clouds of content at noon
merge into rains that brew
storms of whispering cloudbursts
that wet the ground and vanish like that.
i keep the faith with the sun returning.
remove socks and sneakers
to tan feet up to the ankles.
outstretch legs into the sunshine.
remove a t-shirt to brown my chest.
horizontally lay to flatten breasts
letting light reach under cleavage.
when riding up the Han River feeling dandy
all is well in Arabian Nights.
moonshine shines on Black Oak Arkansas
as faith is kept like in years before.
faith will be kept in summer evermore.
6-5-15
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