Saturday, October 20, 2012

On Earth As It Is In Heaven

There's a time,
a cat paw time
to walk softly
and in gait
love entirely
out of the gate

There's a time
of unbroken rhythm
when lungs blow clear
as any there-you-have-it clarinet
and all the bodies spin heavenly
like the Timer's vest pocket clock


The Country Beneath

We live in a country in decay
the neighborhoods micro products
The neighbors are still essentially honest
unless you hire them to mow your lawn
or rewire your mouth

Our politicians are honeysuckle sincere
always say what we want to hear
true of all countries and all human beings
not about ethics but of immediate survival

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Call It As You Wish It

The guitar I play scores me
I the medium guitar the diva
Love this intense answers to no one
'Cause the cause of pain pleasure
Rarely soft mostly hard
Thinks with the heart

Opening notes lifts
Riffs stiffer tones to the finish
Free therefore equals no hostility
Run loose the cords Mona Lisa
Reality is merely one vision
on which the forest descends to feed

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Us

This is America
who isn't a racist?
Still, we push onward
towards a better day.

A thousand years
there'll be no black and white
to fuss about.  We'll all be back
to being American Indians.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Princess Shower

Rain on my face she was and is
washed me of pie on my face
showed me strength through humility
Twice I am the man I could have only hoped
before we met and wed, a thousand years ago
now like clock work, she finds only fault
30 years an act of contrition

Monday, October 8, 2012

Base Line Blues and Sunshine

I plant discarded flower from the local garden center,
and watch them grow into queens and daughters.
This is to say, it's okay to be rich but it's far,
far better to be one in sentiment with the poor.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

The Other Side of Gravity

You journey through a meadow
both luminous and shadowed
You welcome night's cloak
upon your shoulders
dressing your breasts
How scary the night
were it absolutely starless

We are always in need points of reference
The cosmos in us reflected
we as it are a array of particles and spaces
scattered wide yet compact
our thoughts are mundane
we wish we could defy gravity once and for all
That is heaven