Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Dragonfly




I am angry and overwhelmed with the busyness of life...
What would it be to just drop all the shit you thought was a bother
and float eternally into the movement of the stars and planets,
galaxies and black holes?
What would it be like to swim and float 
as if you were a jellyfish,
letting go of all your petty little expectations,
recreations, masturbations?
As it stands I find myself perturbed although I have positioned myself well,
in Paradise,
the rainbows that surround me can still furrow my brow,
so to speak,
and then I feel small,
like a bug stuck to the skylight searching for the escape that doesn't come.
Once in a while I help those bugs and it makes me think
of giant hands from nowhere, everywhere, reaching through the dividing lines
to lift me out of my madness and place me back in the fresh air.  
Oh, to just fly around like a dragonfly through the chicory flowers,
the dried Indian grass, the golden sunshine and the pressing late summer air.
That is what I will do today, I will mark it in my special calendar,
the one with all the other things to do,
I will mark it with the one word, 
that reminds me what to do, 
today,
in the midst of this miraculous life...
DRAGONFLY...

Holiday



HOLIDAY

Babies screech like red mouthed laughing gulls.
The water is placid, sun reflects off of it, refracted...
I soak up sunshine like a blue-bellied lizard on sandstone. 
My existence rests upon shifting shoals of pulverized rock,
aquamarine seas gnaw at the edges,
constantly pulling, tugging, biting...
it never ends.  
My mind is much the same, 
continuously nibbling at my idle shores of peace,
tranquility...
Vacation?  I no longer will call it that as I can never vacate,
I can never abandon my ceaseless struggle to know everything,
to be commanding, 
looking good,
holding up my corner of the Earth.
I will call it Holiday,
like the Europeans do,
I'm on Holiday...
The sound of clear vodka cascading over ice cubes...
The sound of laughter and happiness over crashing waves...
The sound of shrimp burgers and pre-fabricated french fries...
Freedom fries.
Freedumb....
Gasoline and Doritos, no, that's not my vacation...  not my holiday...
Well, maybe a little gasoline, just to cart my fancy ass to the shoreline.
I like to ride the waves, I like to find the holes and just sit in them...
I like to dig up sand crabs and put them on hooks and throw them deep into the sea.
I want to catch a big fish and feed it to my father.
I want to cure all of my father's ills. 
I know how.
If only everyone would listen to me...
So come, friends,
gather,
let's holiday
by the Sea...

Make You Cry


It is hot in the morning, 
the sand is golden...
Clear blue water,
shells scraping, singing, 
moving in rhythm
to the ocean song.
Love has conquered my heart,
Love has found a new start
within my veins,
my brains,
cleaning all residual stains
from the past.
The past, 
what is it?
The past, the past, the past,
it has passed...
Now i walk free,
tall, 
as a man,
muscles flexed 
yet supple
like a cat, a wild cat...
I am open, 
a door has flung open,
what is to come?
What is to come?
I am expectant, 
excited,
any ugly thoughts that fly around me
are quickly swatted like
lazy flies on rotting flesh...
So strong now, so tough
like a real man,
a real man,
like a fearless Indian 
facing his demise 
with a song and no fucking lies...
This day burns hot and bright
in my mind...
I am unstoppable now,
your scattered vibrations 
tempt my sex but not my spirit...
and I will give to you no longer...
no longer... and I know,
deep inside,
that will make you cry 
for a long, 
long,
time.
So Be It.

Lines in the Sky

Lines in the Sky



There are lines in the sky,
white lines that spread and ooze,
they become fat, oily....

and they are suspect.
These lines were not here when I was a young boy,
they are recent additions to my beautiful, blue sky.
Do you see them too?  
And if you do,
are they suspect to you?
I know few people who see them.
Wouldn't one wonder why our skies are filling full of smoke?
Would not rational beings at least inquire about these drifting snakes?
They bring up questions that are not pleasant to answer...
There is no good that could be coming from these trails.
Maybe people don't want to see them...
Maybe it would be hard to sleep, to dream,

to plan for your magnificent future,

your well deserved retirement...
Our little bubble that has held us so gently in this wild ass world is losing it's air,
literally.
Our glorified, good natured, friendly homeland democracy is changing it's shape.
Was it ever what we thought it was?
The pretty facade is crumbling and an ugly face is leering from behind the cracks.
Am I afraid?
No. 
I believe we need to see that face and deal with our transgressions, 
our careless forgetting of creation 
and our dismal letting go of our vast human responsibility.
These lines are just a sign to wake,

to rise and to embrace the beauty and depth of our collective existences...
We are powerful beings, 
though we have become what we have done to our fellow creatures:
caged, raped, violated, deceived, programmed!
Must I add more?
No need for bad beliefs now, 
think well, see well, change well,
but know you are connected to it all, 
we are what we see,
nature is the mirror
Won't you be beautiful too?