Eating a bowl of Cap'n Crunch in the morning was comparable to dining with the  'Captain of the ship' on Saturday when my Dad was home , swearing , working the crew , barking commands , guiding his first and second mates into adulthood ! One of the great navigators of my time ........

Free access abated , vanguard of livestock , implements , man-made
and curt delivering instant justice to all ages , separating foolhardy  and the wise .... I've chewed an smoked tobacco , chased hens , brought snakes into the house and threw crabapples into the pig pen but the punishment for said offenses will never compare to the reprimand I received when I peed on the electric fence !

Hid behind curtains in fear , hard to take a second glance, my arch nemesis waited at the end table , reflecting light from the space heater
guarding nick- nacks , pictures ,  Bible and other what -nots , outside
to a frigid November with stair stepping Georgia Pines , frost in battle with the early morning sun , Mama Kuhn is calling for her missing , frightened great grandson !

The truck was light blue , camper shell with knobby tires
His leathered arm would hang down the side , cigarette ,baseball cap ,
patrolling his prized possessions at dusk , remembering quite well the timing of each pass as I laid low with my late afternoon snack , clutching a watermelon with both arms !...

Are we safe harbor , merely a stop from days toil , like Canadian geese in precision,  seasonal formations ! Borders crossed , latitude , longitude predetermined , daydreams of my youth , a proctors scorn , albeit as proper a child to speculate as the migration itself !

Birthdays , celebrations , myriad recollections forgotten-
But I will take to my deathbed my childhood on the banks of the Chattahoochee !

Monday Night Football will be shown , no announcement on the morning news , women became mothers , fast food will be available , there will be traffic this morning , quiet desperation ,  familiar stories , solitude , joy and grief to others ...Homeless men and women will die today. Affairs of the state will continue and someone will get their " fifteen minutes" ! Ambivalence....Continuity.....

Black coffee and waffles , hashed potatoes , catsup , country music and cigarettes ... It's sad for the memories we could have made but you are too beautiful for a man like me !

Yeah we're gonna get it right.....
Yeah we're gonna get it right....
Moppin' that hog all day, yeah we're gonna do it right !
Can you feel it down inside ?
Can you feel it down inside ?
Talkin' bout the music an the fire deep inside
Do you feel it down inside ?
Lord we gonna shout all night
Lord we gonna shout all night
One more mile to the bridge
Lord we're gonna get it right
Are you feelin' love tonight ?
Are you feelin' love tonight ?
Let me tell ya bout the man dear brother
Yeah we gonna get it right...
He's a comin' from the East..
Lord a comin' from the East...
Mark my word dear brother ..
He's a comin' from the East..
So we're gonna get it right ..
Say we're gonna get it right ....
One more mile to the bridge
Lord we're gonna do it right ....

My mind at chrysalis , medicated , artificially focused and at times detached altogether from societies interpretations......
I've been reduced from psychopath to thespian out of the fear of never being allowed to leave St. Helena ! The high court did not rule in my favor, therefore banished from society , to live toil and die in a foreign land ! Erased from the history books , my name removed from public architecture , forbidden to be mentioned in the streets of my beloved city resting upon the Appalachian hillside ! Oh Dahlonega ! Oh Dahlonega ! My Dahlonega !

What are you telegraphing to the rest of the forest ??
Are you oblivious to my presence , announcing the dawn I wonder ?
You could be foraging for grubs or working some sort of mathematical problem for all I know ? I sense a precision about your work from point A to point B methodically stripping bits of wood , probing , committing to memory even ,  the site you've instinctually chosen this Summer . You are a marvel of the avian species new neighbor , stripping away my dwelling minute by minute , hour upon hour ! By the way I've decided to shoot you dead woodpecker !

I pray for sustenance not for the body nor vain pursuit of flesh or other
abominations .  Not to people of great wealth nor to the publicans who pursue vanity ! Bless the dawn and the gift of Earths music bestowed upon each and every one of us ! To be quick witted , full of laughter, cognizant ,
attentive and stoically hunger for everlasting peace !

Hot buttered biscuits , homemade strawberry jam
Cool November mornings I've felt through a pane of glass
The beaches of Nova Scotia to the lighthouse on Tybee Island
Mother ocean , she pulls at my feet as the tide draws away
Good morning Savannah dancer* .....

A mating pair of bluebirds do well on this parcel of land , reach for Sun on this day , every herb and fruit above emerald zoysia with manmade furrows at random ,  morning dew on nightshades toppled from the violence of Thor , returned to peace in the nurture and admonition of my creator ,  my garden at rest , my Summer lover* !

It's a beautiful day to window shop in McDonough
Saturday is a great day to be seen in this old town
The park benches inside her city square honor fallen heroes
from another time....
Water oaks and flowers line the streets
Geranium festival in Springtime and the smell of boiled peanuts
Music in the park on weekends...
The likeness of Pat Henry himself
Lays watch on this town after hours...
Church bells still ring in this old town on Sunday ...
While the railroad divides her from North to South to this day
She's a southern lady with all her charm and baggage not unlike
any other Georgia town.
Yet Saturday is still a great day to be seen in this old town.......

Candy apples -
Cut pine left to season
Culling sorghum at dawn
Turning red clay
I've good memories of Autumn
Like a familiar door closed
You slip from my hand
I can see her , love is waiting at the gate
To put me under wing
Going home*.........

Morning not unlike the others
Petulant clueless and yet familiar
The city train and the jet flying low
Who perished overnight ?
Take the flower from my hand
You idiots and your vanity
American thrills corporate deals
The baying of a *****-bane of the masters
Blood payments to your gods--hope in exile
Good morning good morning
The record skips while the vortex tightens
Suddenly forgotten
The play on words with hands clenched
My light appears -I am filled
With all that is good in this world
A purposeful long breath then hope
For coffee is in hand once again
All is forgiven today............