ours is the sky light blue

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



         

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

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

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...

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