drum dream
(…life, in the shadows of commercial vehicle….)
dedicated to all my relations & those who died still trying
i had a dream last night
that i was an anonymous x military man
walking through a hospital ward where babies,
who don’t have mothers and fathers
anymore,
live
i just held them in high regard
and cried with them
in quiet 4/4 time
tried to tell a friend about it
and felt like bad news
sat down to write this ~~
couldn’t get all the details straight
…so it came about in verse….
the image
brought such a grim clarity
to mind…that i felt like i must
just not think anymore,
or listen to the radio
or read magazines
and books, or
muse the net,
or watch tv,
or talk,
or look at anyone
~~
Bohemian Wave
She named ‘er boat Bohemian Wave
Left out of Long Beach; never seen again
That was back b4 they stole ‘er wind
Way back in ‘79, the year b4 love
Cried heavy death tears @ the whim
Of just one more scapegoat for the glib
She was m’sister, your sister: Lib
So go ahead and pun, this is…
One for the bowdlerizer to defy
From…somehow…the nationally
relegated “lesser peanut gallery”
on the eddy’s edge of denial.
What is not about her remembers her vividly
As we never will be rid of her vision completely
But things have gone so awry in this century
That to mention her again would be a cry
In the wake of our WWIII, something
else to read: Still the rainwaters rise
What am I looking for in this world?
Less soap opera; more vital logic; &
increased trader banter. Goods Traders
present means sails unfurling; means flags/
interest = $s + to donuts potential. International-
squabbling means angst @ tyranny or boredom-
based mass marketing for sake of the bereave-
able goof: FUD boredom has become the hoard
moniker; u-g-l-y spells boredom. It don’t mater
to me who relegates th’ fiery hoard & to what
state o #s misinformation she be ruddered, that’s
for you regular blokes to benefit from; …if you
need-to hang wit’a riser to the topper-most o th
coppermost & faller to the yada-yada-&-the-blah-
blah-bla on uncreative use of a jade-mantled
candelabra, then go for it Baba Ghanoush.
Your bully boss is a killer & an asshalf
Oh the spinnaker. Tiller be tilled.
Sunshine…or sidle up 2 the sea.
Energy. Pelamis Wave Power
Nope…it ain’t no delusion, B.
Row! For NO Cold fusion doom!
Know…ur damned Oil won’t be still the room
Afloat to port … iz an excellent & brave Energy Buoy boon….
A good, entertaining, rock & roll show: Joe, I like the sound o that back beat’n ol’ tune
Nah…jus ribbin’ye, mate. M’ toast means nada to a wise man late. It’s not necessarily off
beat though, as I rest my to laurel or not to laurel in a steady holding pattern…as per the
notions o benevolence & the Bill of Rights, bro. Lookin on up the coastline a ways, think
I see some unreasonable people of earnest means taking steps to gather upon a swansong
effort to meet the tides turning. These are ambiguous pseudo-humanitarian miles, to say a
step more than the least about it. Some case bulk of denial has the diverted floor anyway,
nowadays, so have at it however you see fit…indeed. Perverted, the mass of real citizenry
feels what about criminal governance? Well, good luck with that: Hope you find the right
“ifs, ands, or buts” necessary to quell the rust-out & quavered, time-fraught & gumboiled,
disenfranchised and relegated to meaningful taxation without reprezentation of station
while you tear us apart from the outside in … without ever even thanking us for lying
prostrate b4 your sins. Howabout …let’s…just…NOT!…& say…that…u…did
What is borderline inappropriate use o
wherewithal is essentially what it most
looks like: inappropriate. & lately,
know I’ve …been noticing some
perty underhanded [-looking]
use of…authority/persona
in the big tomato ranks
o the huge potato ilk,
banging off pinball
machine bumpers,
…sounding bells,
…..flashing lights.
“Save ourselves,” said
the big hat headquartered
reason to sigh disbelief.
Don’t know ‘bout u & u,
over ther bailing-out yo cabin,
but my ol’ Zen-Oirish mate cries
bravado tears fer ye @ the local pub: …
It’s nighttime there & a nightmare here..
But I thought I saw an orange mainsail aft;
Could’ve saved us all if the chicken hawks
Had not somehow won our hearts and minds
after puttin sum Texas-sized holes in ur hull.
Unlikely in this squall of gale force winds,
…. Mountain valleys o blue to black water in,
Nor’easterly the mouth o the tempest trill noise
She said, “5 miles behind us, the troughs denied us.”
But we fought back wit our wits n cans o tuna n spit
Hoist the spinnaker, yes! …Hey, I’m just pulling out the
transom here, sis. The urchin came to make us downcast.
She blew us near to pieces.…….but we still have our mast
She reckons erself a dryad but we call her Senator Fiendly
Places, please, for Act 3. No! No more of your tricks!
Thanx for selling us all out & down your river Styx
My Norseman uncle saw Valhalla rising in you.
…But he was piss drunk……..& stupid too
Huey, long as e can drop iz cock & grab iz socks everyday,
it aint likely e’s gona get let go … or traded anytime soon.
So one would hope TCB lives to slay what e will slay t’day
& do what it iz e gets up all day to do to thwart the boom!
Reading some heady stuff about the Kennedy assassination & black ops
& the business of government is war/power, & everything leads me to
think that, in the hands & means of old fckd-up “gentlemen” in cigar
smoky & noir backrooms lies the perpetuated doom of all that might
actually have been excellent with this earth-home creation of so per-
fect a potential paradise. Looking back, perhaps there was once a
time, way back when, …when we may have known the best of
human existence, Renaissance, then the concluding slide into
the greed-born abyss of man & his machines of death & taxes
That eventually led to another time in history when we nearly
may have touched upon the source-hope of benevolence and life,
…nah, who am I kidding, that never happened… & then, with the
years around Viet Nam, Nixon, early Bush, black ops, impervious
vitriol blah blah blah, the beginnings of this newer fiend of a “so-
called government,” mobster, monster, white collar criminal (thief/
bully/assassin), that has us now well slid back into this present abyss
which has the potential to get far worse than this. And for what? For whom?
The most fcked-up people in th world are th only beneficiaries of this present
paradigm of human existence? Earth, this planet, this all that we have come to
know as persistence, is here solely for the benefit of the most fcked-up souls in
existence? Pretty asinine hah? & yet, apparently there is absolutely NOTHING
anybody can do about it? NOTHING?! Not one family of old money with a hint
of a soul and some cajones? Not ONE?! So if, perhaps, they killed the Kennedys
as a ways to a means o some definitive self-serving ends, & therein wrested our
will to even try to ever make headway again, how are we left here to organize
ourselves in maintenance and well-being? If there no longer remains the “good
guys” with big stirring sticks, then have we not been summarily run? Are we not
rested at the business end of a gun? Our forefathers & foremothers long buried, in
both body & spirit, & gone? All is oop & cold here on this lost and allegorical
Western front for the advancement of the worst notions EVER known to all
humanity, and we will idle by as they call it “conservative” & “good?” No
wonder Superman died in a wheelchair…with no kryptonite in sight.
Jus take the superhero outa Hollywood and bid him goodnight
[All of Earth in perpetuity
is no more than a moot & so
tragic comedy, db, et al., NOT?
This is what our human existence
has come to prove in a dreadlocket
nutshell RIFLE cartridge on the eddy’s
edge o reason & Passover o’er th bridge to
feed decorum for mock & pomposity’s sake?
That an entire “world” of billions of…women,
children & men can be hijacked by only a few
dubious & fcked-up old “gentlemen” &…their
infinitely warped notions of family, while you
live as you & I live as me amongst weary hoards
of the dazed-as-they-gona-be, ever perpetrated
over by methodical nightmares at the tiller ~~
till or be tilled? Told it behooves me to be so,
articulately, …disenfranchised from our perfect
birthright of earth, rights, and dignity (without
vehemence towards the demons in wool stitch
& 12 year old scotch whiskeys) there on balding
riversides originally meant to be adored as won-
ders and … traversed and cross-wizened by day
or night light hindsight; not the nix of foresight to
look a step toward furthering our …one more day’s
nucleus family preamble to a momentous paradigm
change so oop & sacrificed to your current fudging need to dump poison & vitriol?]
The time I spent with the Lenni Lenape people was the most spiritual time of my life.
& I thought snorkeling the waters on the jagged edges of Okinawa’s ancient ruins during
high tide held vital insights, & it did, but to celebrate within the sacred circle of those
beloved Lenape people, their endeavor to remember and to do as one, was a cornerstone
of some universal hub of healthy understanding, in my humble opinion. In this I have no
personal doubt whatsoever, & in this I am certain that the endeavor to remember and to
do as one has it’s best energies building all over the planet to smallish extents, dissonant
fiery little rings within rings of hope … reverberating outward, like the effects of a pebble
tossed into a pond. Sometimes I get the feeling there’s a good wave: …..a tide’s turning
But I am not seeing it with my own two eyes, not swimming in it surely, …just buoyant.
~~+~~=~~~~~~~~Only 4 brief moment, trailed by grieving & outrage~~~~~~~~=~~+~~
Before “civilized” & regally-whigged fancy-man with a dandy plan came to the Atlantic
shores of this realm of thought & action, heart & hands, so much of the Native American
aboriginal people had spent many a generation learning to remember & to see. Through
the act of the drum song, the smudge, the sweat lodge, the hand drum, the talking feather,
the storyteller, their payer & lineal respects paid deferentially outward to grandmothers &
grandfathers of the four winds, the flora & fauna within one’s field of vision, goodmother
earth & all Creation, they kept vital the teachings that made daily life logical & diligent,
benevolent & aware, alive & remembering why it is important to do so. & it is this they
could not make [then] European man understand; this hu-man who came with conquest,
shrouded in diamond-edged saving grace notions rha-t-ta, on his mind: Ownership, rule,
ambition, dominance, & self-love via some dead-set doctrine of fear ~ a whored version
of imaginably the most ancient of all great wisdoms, & a joy in fifty lashes administery.
And…so now these red spirited people, who were well onto something vital earth-in-the-
balance, were/are left to reel in mock injustice & coulda-woulda-shoulda-blah-blah-blah
perpetuity… as their grandmothers & grandfathers die-off having lived-out the remainder
of their lives…knowing…it so…could have…been another way. Knowing those who
came to these shores brought with them the definitive end to balance & wholeness
of spirit/animal being…& the machinations that trialed & tribulated the previous
ages was now in North America to begin the slow and confabulated
blunt meaningless consumption of anything & everything
capable of … being packaged & exploited for profit.
& their blood courses through our veins to this day
so there's conflict inside n outside of us like a plague
& we, the mere people, of this once Oh, Beautiful,
For Spacious Skies are beings left now to bob and
weave in their wake…some great epoch time later
The same-same that had been dealt to them,
…dealt now to us. & with impunity? There
are no colors attached to this injustice ~~
we are all sisters & brothers herein, …
only pedigree has drawn the rose line
in this moot deadpan sand eroding out
to sea. & it’s a bloodbath. Is there no
end to the oppression? EVER?!
Perseverance;
PeaceQuake;
Prosperity,
We
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