Apocalypse Now

Helicopters people shrouded under shrink wrap
Blades twisting up gossamers into this game
Spun loose after the third year it became

A cyclone lifting up into worlds of
Imagination the sky one always
At least saw the yellow brick
Road even if falling asleep
In a field full of poppies
One still got to see
The Emerald City

It’s got the taste said the first man about the big boost
Injected by a second man into his veins he began
To sob and cry when at last he remembered
Why he had to do it over and over again
Compelled to make something right

Better living through chemistry thought the alien to itself
While lowering its artfully maneuvering robotic arm
In the right eye and nasal cavity of a man who
They had reason to believe would do great
Things in a future they’d foretold but

Were unable to fully know
Which way things would
Actually go, in the end

Santa Say's

Living right is like putting money in the bank for your future
Doing random acts of kindness compounds interest
As giving your self up for another multiplies love

Along the road visit the old, sick, and infirm neighbors whose
Rejoicing hearts reverberate off the vault in heaven to fall
A wonderful blessing upon them who shared in their love

One simple truth was God stamped and impressed into eternity
Catch fire become inspired learn to live right from the start
Thanks again, old friend, for all your help and memories

Son

The virgin is our mother
And god the father
Of Jesus the brother
And all of this
Is You

Born so the second time isn't flesh
Where the light came through itself
Making the word make us makers of

The gift of eyes
To a blind god

So

Hearts can live in His love
And hands hold those hearts
And lips confess these blessings
And the beginning of all this, yes, it's you

Gravity

In revolution
You are the world
Changed by our movement

Consider a large river flowing out to sea
All its rain came down on the ground
Circles going anywhere not home

But in a final look back it all reached the clouds
Gathering in darkness like gravity before it rains

Red Knife

Did he ever
Cut your wife

Once twice three
Times a night
She gasps

Why in the world
Are we here

In time she asks her big man
Opening another bottle
With his one tooth

Unable to see any truth
He ambles along
Stumbling

Pushing a stone uphill all day
Then at night he tries his luck

Something to prove he is real
To somebody other than
The animal looking
Back at him in
The mirror

Dorothy

Burt Lar walked down the long and dusty highway
Lined with villagers deserted by his courage
As Tin-man stopped by for another lube
Through the tube in top of his head
Scarecrow cries out in the field
No yellow-brick-roads lead
Down town in my mind

To

Any Emerald City where we
Might switch out our worn out
Old hearts in on a superior brain
Dorothy arrived late at my backdoor
Having fallen through the eye of a storm
Clutching her little one dressed up as Toto
She held firmly right up and under her breasts

Sniffing out those bricks of gold
Through the poppies they did go


Off to see the wizard who had no use for Tin-man
Or his unfortunate friends but the old wizard's wild
Desire for Dorothy caused her pet Toto to bite him
On his small leg hidden behind blue velvet curtains

Elementary

The first thing sought after
Light is discovered in children
Is their allegiance to cash concepts


So polluting their minds with Calvin Klein’s
They put down everything else to turn deaf ears
And unfeeling eyes over the beautiful Earth


Arriving at the portal of death unfinished
Business such a personal tragedy, to
Spend one’s last few days, away


From the children one might
Have saved from troubles
They caused their lives

For the Impious

Where our bold waters stopped moving about
Memories suddenly related interactively
In communal Alice in Wonderland
We're all so blessed to arrive

Where all unspoken sentences get noticed
As floating eyes repaired broken links
Connecting causes to effects then
Eerily like an Egyptian proverb

Here I am before a big blackbird weighing
Each thought connected to every deed
On a balance beam against feathers
Standing beside the exalted one

Revealing new shapes for old and windy hands
Where cold air’s visible as thick gauze
Lipstick painted on every rock
Where I'd just fallen

Friend's

If we’re going to get back
Just what we gave out
When we get home

Then we’d better give everything
To what we know is the best

While we're still able to do anything at all

A Million Fire Flies

The little boy in the closet
Attracted million’s of fire
Flies with his flashlight
Waved over a hole in
The wall where they
Could come in big
Droves to see him

Arranged in long neat rows
Their phosphorescence
Illuminated his cell

Locked away and forgotten
About for most of the day
By paranoid parents who
Were so afraid he’d sin

When the authorities finally came
They easily found the closet
As it was seen glowing

Between the wooden slats of his tomb
Finding both eyes still open where
He’d been reading newspaper
Used to cover up the walls

Bathed in soft light from a million fireflies
He was quite a sight and not a single
Man finding him could ever forget
That look on his beautiful face

Pontius Pilot

On this sad plate made from hammered gold
Sits a loin of muskrat smothered
Under a thick glaze of
Muscadine jelly

Where purple tint of flowers paints my hand
Slowly descending with silver spoon
Snatching up another morsel
To my craggy old face
Where two thin
Lips await

The tongue shoving languidly around in my mouth
Striving to press every bite of it over
Surfaces where it might taste
Just a little bit Better

For I knew this was going to be the very last repast
Before going out to face the citizens
Turning a big thumbs down
On Jesus Christ who
I knew to be
Innocent

Pissed Off Charlie

E=Mc2 was a monolith to the chimpanzees
As mushrooms grew in Times Square
Poets began arriving with their
Miniature hydrogen bombs
At the place where

Pissed-off Charlie sits on the curb of despair
Having deserted the sea of tuna for
A can of sardines he's eating
On a cracker sprinkled
With salt of tears

Charlie was both dear and near to being
Or not being in a game of hide and seek

Who's on first what’s on second
Strung out all along Rodeo Dr
Just a little bit north of here

Charlie's at the edge of abyss
In little tykes in little types
In little sons of bitches

Poised around the brim of a steaming teacup
Lips flash through thick clouds to kiss us
Smack on the mouth with addictions
So strong we shook up tomorrow

Existence

If DNA’s a natural consequence of existence
Then what are we but pieces of meat floating
In another thick stew of its steadfast unfolding

Life like humanity does not have to reinvent the wheel
Everything necessary for our survival and well being
Was hardwired in our genes ready to be reinstalled

Existence is all related to time along with waves of gravity
Washing over the forsaken shores of every odd Sunday
Creatures like me stood on street corners preaching

Few people listened because messages are dangerous
Like rebel’s with printing presses floating down rivers
Where we landed nobody knew until our words exploded