I wasn’t there
but I can recall
all of those
wonderful tunes,
sharp melodies of pain,
songs that ranged
from fruits that would hang
beautiful and strange
to “A Change is Gonna Come.”

Now we back that *** up
and we gotta go get some,
No more “Seasons in the Sun,”
no more “Peace Train.”
For the people who get ready
we got cheap celebrities
like the Kardashians.

I can’t find the bards
Or lyrical philosophers.
Where are the strangers
holding each other’s hands
and singing we shall overcome?
No more street pounding struggling
to make people see the inhumanity
because the music paints
separate realities for everyone
who want to get theirs,
like life is a zero-sum gain
were for someone to win
someone else has to lose the game.

Some days I want to be a wild horse
or a gypsy wild and free
Don't put any fence around me
Who would want to tame this
Heart of wild
I just want to be somewhere
Anywhere just not confined

Other days I want to build a house
Build me a home
Build my life around my kids and spouse
Sometimes I can follow the direction of the reins
Even if they do feel like chains
I want to give my all
I am just so scared to answer the call

It seems I want to have my cake
and to eat it too
Its like I have double lives  ~ What am I to do
I want my freedom and I want his time
Cannot divulge all the darkness in my mind
There is beauty in imperfection
and order in the unruliness
I am a walking contradiction
Yes I'm somewhat of a mess
Words rhythm and movement are what I live for
and I can sometimes give up the control
I do what feels right to me
Cause there's a gypsy living in my soul

Life's not so bad
until just before morning
when I see a dark man
driving a black Cadillac
take a cigarette from his lips
and throw it out the window
watching it go all to pieces
all over the road.

too much to bear? seeing the first violet

by the step, remembering how you sent

the blue linen

jacket wrapped.



my love of tissue paper.



she wanted to buy the pillow too,

yet we do not sell them. that is a

cushion.

madam.



for display purposes only.



car fresheners? no, those neither.



ah, air fresheners, no we sold out.

i could not raise her disappoint

ment confessing her daughter

bought the last one. her mothers

day gift.



george raft dancing the tango, &

new connections that love beetles

as much as me.



rather a lot to bear. #happy.



research day at the mill.



sbm.

Ask what their favorite colors are

Check in with them in the morning

Check out in the evening

Make plans for the next day

Follow through with your plans for the next day

Choose walking paths away from busy roads or large falls

Learn all their most used phone numbers

Help them get dressed

Laugh when they ask you to walk with them while near busy roads or large falls

Call all their most used phone numbers

Hold their hand

Hold their hand tighter when they reach for things to **** themselves with

Laugh when they call you a bad friend

Label them. If you don’t, you’ll take it personally.

Some nights I shade
my eyes
from dark dreams
like a broken hawk's wing
stuck in the hot tar
of a back country road
when sleep seems
like a long ways to go
in a bad war
and desire and desire
and desire like a fire
in my bones
won't leave me alone.