What is required inquired the man to go from here to the forward place
Where all is friutful and kind. What is the fare I that must pay.
I have done the work, shouldered the burden and carried on through foul and fair, so my friend tell me the secret please share if you will.

You are a big man even large of stature and tall in stance. Look forward .
Be humble. Recede within. less is greater.
Said the keeper.

Parables have been my  lifelong bane  so  I inquire further what is the fare. To whom must I
pass my fee. I am a man of import and great desires.  My time is of value and well worth the wait but
still I inquire who holds the gate.

The gate will open but you must bend,
you will be required to bow your head
and and proceed with humility.
The gate is wide but the
passage low.

Bow your head and the truth
will show.

Ah here sits the stone on the ground
The shrub on the hill. A
Natural state of affairs if you will.
Retched Earth, abominable stone

Why the nerve of the rag tag tree
To perch ones self in stark relief
Blocking the skyline, space invader.
Thief.

Why the unmitigated gall.
Of the rain to fall on withered
Pate..

Tis the empty barrel that rumbles profusely.
The shallow stream that muddles  at the bottom.

Pyramid craniums, issues forth babble.
Slackjawd mouth-breather.
Knee ****, Buffoon.

Perched in perpetuity,howling
at the moon.

The my way or the Highwayman, astride a cocked horse.

The cant see the beauty of  the  Forrest for the treeman.

Bull headed, Ram goat Salty old ******.

Failure to Communicate.
Rush to excommunicate
Monolythic seer

Cotton eyed joe

Constipated thinker.

Oh the comfort and surety
of riding in the ruts.





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Numbles is a fictitious  place, a state of mind.
I go there from time to time
in search of rhyme and reason
When required

Here in Numbles The  calliope plays non stop
words fall from the hopper neatly written out,
written neatly on white plastic ***** the size of owl's eggs.

They roll down the chute and line up
in rational sentences of pure opaque poetry.
Unabashed and shameless a bit cocky eh wot.

An I dont give a dam a style  like the
party girl who just hit her liquor limit
She has one shoe in her hand and her purse
in the other Tipsy?

I used to get budded,  drop a 33 LP
diamond needle with a brush,
Wax was a choice over tape or disc
just a better eargasmic experience.

Numbles here I come.

Reverse engineering the things I'd been hearing
Oz .The sun shone in neon streams and the
gusting breezes tasted like cool peppermint schnapps
The cops wore broad pinstripes and penny loafers.

A storybook ending every time
The pieces of the poem puzzles  
cake walked with spated shoes .

like homing pigeons on the wing
to roost and coo, they knew.
Numbles is the place where
the sky was ever-blue.

I still day trip to that magical place
sans herbalsupplimentation.
or distilledfermentation.

Sleepdeprivation gets me to the towns square
All my old friends are there
still.





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Can the spider play a tune,? no but she builds a lovely harp.
Oh the  strings how they do quiver.

A dirge played by the sinner,
The Reckless dinner.

Now trapped .
Now caught,
all for naught.

Neither judged by twelve
nor carried by six.  Soon.

The refrain comes almost imperceptible.
Arachnid eyes with wide angle lenses.

No malice or feeling .
Nurse ratchet with a ten gauge needle.
"Your cocoon sir."

I am ashmed to admit that I. Don't know what IT is.
Have not known it for years.Pure and simple.
Chasing the rainbow.

Life is a Push me-Pull you.
Teeter-Totter
Upsy-downsy
Ghoulish thing
Coming in low and slow or Zing,Zing,Zing

Half full or half empty
Suffice it to say.
You dont get what you put in

But that's just the way.
Do the math
Still doing fine

Joy is two steps ahead
and
one  step
Behind

They walk the streets in endless search
of certainty, they want to hear
the loving whispers  of the wayward wind .

To look into his face just once
To see themselves,  within his eyes
Oh, but they  do just as well  to find the wayward wind  

The rising sun brings hope anew
They long to be a father's child, just for awhile
To know that feeling and ask where have you been

To stand there and to lend the tears
would be a healing thing
closure it would bring
Oh, but they would do well to find the wayward wind

So many lonely days and years
Have molded me , have fed my fears
and you alone can free my halting will

The man that I have come to be, is strong of heart
but weak in hope and now I grow old. but time and tide takes me aside
and tells me no.
That I will never find  the wayward wind

That I will never find  the wayward wind.