Friday is an old day now
Where black and blue skies meet
Where the same people walk -
the same potholed streets
Intrigue in the afternoon breeze
Barbecued meat , perfumed ladies ,
the flowers of Spring , the wild onions of
the field , warm meals
Fridays rolling up the streets
The same old cars , the same urban
scenes* ...

The skipper ordered this
vessel to ground along the darkest quagmire , visible to four-sided certain gunfire
Running my flag up for all to see , this rusted , shot skewed hulking monstrosity
Firing useless torpedos  
Screwy window's that open on submarines ,
This beached whale of wreckage having
escaped the high seas ,
a ship of dreams exposed to its enemy ,
facing zero indemnity ,
scoffed at by her fellow sailors ,
doomed to failure* ...

Her ways are of the seashore prior to dawn , let her draw you into the light of day

Wear your pen in a holster ,
keep it unbuckled* ..

The sacrosanct statues at the statehouse
follow me with their eyes
A ******* socialist trespassing on
holy ground
A bumbling , ne'er-do-well demanding
free medicine , free college , insider working knowledge
I demand transparency
Term limits
Organized guerrilla religion is killing us
Wall Street will continue to bill us while 'Big oil ' methodically drills and kills  
Malingering big Pharma has no business interest
in cures
Environmental agencies will wave us off -
till we're able to walk across polluted rivers
The news is dead
Journalism is dead
Someone help us , for the news is dead** ...

Sparrow choruses carry on a warm March
breeze , echoing through racked
hardwood trees as helicoptering
evergreen seeds fall into a churning stream
Reality fades into a dream ,
Into bucolic , springtide scenes ,
Across beauteous , hillside opportunities* ...

Lakes can blow your
mind , they can take your breath ,
help to pass away the time on a
higher plane , even curtail a few aches and pains
They whisper your name ,
they've no regard for routine matters nor boorish games
They entertain the child within ,
sailboats at mercy of ocean wind ,
Jolly Roger flags , blue whales ,
shark fins and full sails
Boats filled with the evening catch ,
rowing to shore in a stormy patch ,
telescopes and 'Crow's Nest' , red buoys
and sailing men
A day at the lake
A line in the water
Your **** in a chaise
Your thoughts left free to wander* ...