back at the
table
covered as not
get wet
not for one
moment
understand the
night
time shivers
he’ll be lucky
if he doesn’t
break all his teeth
unconsciously as
if intentional
was an option what’s
the surprise
one month aside
from another year older
much wiser or at
least more knowledgeable
about the
current state of our nation
under attack by
the corporate terror
created at the
highest point
out of sight
power monger
standing with iron shoes on
life, liberty
and the pursuit of happy times up
the liars time
has most definitely expired
unless they
somehow grab the power to continue
their reign
comes down nearly fro-Zen in April
no one seems to
want to admit it might be snowing again
if the cold
doesn’t snap out of sight
508 automatic
style might rhyme might not
read on how many
coffees will he drink
without food to
absorb the insanity of reality
makes all the
clouds seem much too close to the ground
remembering the
days when
a ride at
midnight was nearly expected
and now nearly
non-existent
like clear air
for a day is entirely too much to ask for
time off here
now and taking it anyway
he’s back at the
table with his vision elite
and thoughts on
the blues stringed instruments
from upstairs
the sound insulates him from the clouded sky
above now he’s
back to familiar spot
because
twenty-five years ago he was in the very spot
facing in the
other direction playing with the keys
break for a
moment to suck on some smoke
quick hold it
deliver directly to the brain
twist contort
and fit into any box
it’s the way it
is the TAO of this here present moment
recognizing the
wonderful nature of each moment
stacked to the
sky whether or not it’s blue
and time or a
break in the action
ten minutes
until a return formulated
as if it were
the drink they say will keep one forever young
days dwindle
break up a dry bud burn it quick
like kindle to
get the fire started
still dreaming
of green to spindle like a spider
in the web above
a smoky spot
as it was
planned all along the watchtower
he sits in is
down below the street
whoever might
travel this way
will pass right
over these words
might hold some
meaning
for some the imagination
knows no bounds…
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