9/5/16

Texico And The Rearrangement


...take your stand.  when the microphone is running.  all the complaints of the age.  this hard, hard life. nationalism and the place of your birth.  a permanent mark, identifying a nature.  further descriptions are made.  cultures within cultures.  rivalries and grudges persist for no reason at all.  accents and the unknown.  extend the hand of love.  learn the nuances and insinuations.  listen to the talk of the young.  the disgust they feel.  from the pettiness of our leaders.  the greed and untrustworthiness.  small minds of  insiders.  puffed up like cotton candy.  oily hands, rotting souls.  if I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?  cause I'm as free as a bird now, and this bird you cannot change.  the flag is flying still.  through the hatred, through the ignorance, through the weak.  come and take it.  surrendering is impossible to the minds of the free.  independence and the freak out.  the lone stars can slip out the back, they owe nothing.  Yucatan Nights, Down on the Brazos, Blue As The Sea Of Cortez, Swamp Queen, Texico Eight Step, El Juarez Blues, East Texas Pines, Twister Day, Chili War, No More Border, and Come All You Senoritas.  the music always plays.  utopia is dancing with swirls and glowers.  the alternative is reality, and reality is real.  spirits are numb, defeated and stale.  only a bucket of water in an ocean.  these massive, massive oceans.  a splash or two is all.  yell it out.  loud, louder than ever.  liberty boys and girls, looking for fun.  looking for kicks.  searching for taste.  while we're still young and learning.  before the dim locator, and the sleepy awakes.  kneel on a knee, be serious in your stand.  summon the cameras for your statement.  mumbling and whining, you can do better than that.  give a million, and take a huge deduction, to prove your sincerity.  the rich!  the rich!  Texico and the rearrangement, a sensible way to peace...