Like The Animals

   It is true about happiness.  Infectious it is, wonderful and validating.  Sought after, held up, and widely accepted as a worthy aim.  Be happy.  But in the midst, in the creaks, we suffer.  This burden of glee, this expectation of levity, this lonely dance.  The moments gather, then vanish.  Melodies always, knowledge of the truth, the end of preparation.  Accidental and careless, but not in an
irresponsible manner.  In a manner of speaking.  Can't help myself.  Bringing others into the fray.  Juvenile reasoning, think like children.  Pure and naive.  Like the animals.  Our souls aren't protected here, but they will survive here.

Double Agents

The quiet is the best part.
No music, no voices, no noise.
Those grudges just won't go away.
Successful outcomes and endings.
They are only imaginary.
The masked and hidden manipulate.
Living for now and stashing the cash.
All for your attention.
For your consideration and enjoyment.

The call for the saints. Loud trumpets and tambourines. Sing with the crowd and rise up. Good versus Evil is perpetual. We are double agents in this struggle. Always betraying ourselves. Traitors to our brothers and sisters. Hypocrites to the end.

Every drop of rain can be predicted.
The atmosphere will continue to collapse.
Despite our crying and moaning.

As it was always meant to be.

Tunes On The Porch

...reports began coming in and conclusions have been largely drawn.  Slowly, he spoke.  Carefully, he indicated.  Skillfully, he dodged.  Meticulous and precise.  Structured and pathed.  Fly your flag proudly.  An old soul lives near downtown.  Tunes on the porch and easy living.  Women passing by always.  Some stop to talk, others don't.  Busy, busy lives.  Love is all around them.  Untamed and swirling.  Keep the eyes and ears and nose to the street.  Understand the timelines and devious intent. The joke will pass around.  On them too.  Gonna stay close, gonna stay aware.  Speak those words to me.  Today and every day.  The word matters, and is incredibly important....

Honduran Furniture

.the wishing girls left tonight.
.dreams of leisure and cash.
.from the islands they came.
.looking to the night sky for signs.
.raising hands to get closer to gods.
.follow you around back.
.where the rusted equipment is kept.
.believe in manicured gardens.
.tame the wild vines and weeds.
.moan and groan down the stairs.
.methodical activity is the only way.
.a good son will carry the burden.
.despite the exhaustion and worry.
.gringos all their lives.
.honduran furniture and Persian rugs.
.boxes from Kuwait and high dollar bikes.
.a screw came loose and the gun was around.
.scoundrels bring out the worst.
.learn to keep your cool.
.it is a very important skill.

Push The Water Around

.we have nuclear infused cleaner.
.the good kind, don't just push the water around.
.the boxes and gaggle of wires.
.load up and get moving, we're outta here.
.spines and dog bones.
.got the music in me, got the music in me.
.rousted like a new soldier.
.but we are lighter, and we are tighter.
.hearing things from in between.
.the lowly and the holy, they are the same.

Rear End In Galveston

fcx3
fgc

Just got off the boat.
From a Caribbean float.

Need to get a bite to eat.
Wanna get out of the heat.

Finally we made land.
Was driving near the Strand.

Saw her from behind.
Gonna cost a couple of dimes.

gfcx3
gfgc

The streets of Galveston are fast and rough.  Wish she woulda stopped in time, it's just my luck.  Rarely do I ever take a look and see, that rear end in Galveston was just what I need.

Days Of Chaos

Kilowatts and turbines.
The noisy creatures in the bush.
Check your watch for the time.
Once again, she made you look.

Checking out your portfolio.
Mobs of people on the border line.
Desperate shouts in the barrio.
Lotta fighting, lotta crying.

Stranded bare on a mountain top.
Above the clouds above the trees.
Do we care or do we not.
Do we see what we wanna see.

These are the days of chaos.  Theses are the days of connection.  Together, complete clarity can be achieved.  Within the confusion lies the answers.  If the confusion can be contained, and understood as confusion by all decision makers, perfect harmony could result.  Sustaining this is another matter, but performance art, or even creative art at times, provides the limits, the frame, the boundaries.

Lining up for another night.
Bust a window, chuck a rock.
Well, we must avoid a fight
Find out why that dude got shot.

Leaving early for the water.
For the cool, for the swim.
They will surely catch me crossing.
Then I'm in, then I'm in.