dead and alive

Dead And Alive
1-9-11


Jerry Garcia is alive
Somehow and somewhere
The church says he was a Satanist
But I no longer pay any mind or even care
For he poured out himself
Through his wall of sound
And made a lot of people happy in his time
And in the meantime
I sip on lukewarm chai
To learn new methods
Of how to live and die
As I am yet to make another appearance
To the abode of a lady friend
That allows me to smell her shoes
Edgar Allen Poe is alive
Somehow and somewhere
Leaving with us his version
Of the good and bad news
Teaching other poets
To find the ecstasy in the blues....












Another Ode To Stipe
1-9-11


I let my archangelic cigarette burn down
Allowing the smoke to rise into a so called nothingness
Of this passing hour
As I listen to an artist said to be gay
Yet this does not lower my opinion of his music
Yet to interpret new meanings
Of Pop Song '89
Given the gift of the musical historian
To spread the news of that which is divine
Drinking my caffeine in moderation
Subdued in where I go in this
Yet to meditate as I lay my head down
On two pillows
Letting go of my objective of my bliss....










In New Skin
1-9-11


Two hours remain
Until I cash in all of my gambled gain
To slip my message into my long forgotten bottle
Tossed upon a stream
In another repetitive dream
Of trying to make my way around
The corner of an interstate highway shoulder
Hoping to believe
That I'm not just getting older
In the process of combatting the illness
Of not being able to stop thinking
Where in swamps of quicksand
I'll be sinking
A phenomena designed to serve
As a challenge that compels me
To take steps forward
In spreading my manhood
Over the rest of my flesh
That serves as new and soft skin
And to substitute
The way I now see...






















I'm Glad I Did
1-9-11


Glad that I didn't break my Walkman
When I dropped it in the bathroom
While anointing my flesh with lavender
Yet to experience how Bob Dylan made psychedelia
With only a guitar, a piano and a harmonica
In its pure simplicity
Of story telling
And intentional incorrect spelling
And experimentation of salts of smelling
Of symbolism fascinating and compelling
Glad that I purchased all the CD's
In my time of obtaining
In a race between the snail and the hare
Where the snail is gaining
Glad to be just who I am
Where beef serves as my only morsel
I had all day long.....










Obstacles
1-9-11


Yeah, the mind loves to get its teeth
Into problems
The same way that dogs love to chew bones
As labels and catagorizations and stereotypes
Get in the way of you and God
While in a glass house
It is our nature to love to throw stones
As the word love has been degraded
In spaces between
Where transitions have their work
In continuity
Where these problems will challenge our ingenuity
And I have found new freedom in these new ways
How to deal with it
All hoping to take my music with me
Back to the shopping mall
That will serve as a stage
In the world of new wonders....










Weak Tea Strong
1-9-11


Fragments of coagulated milk
Float to the surface of a weak cup of tea
As I find ways to keep my mind in check
So that I can learn to be more free
Your mind uses you when you let it run rapidly
Like rivers to the sea
Of which mud deposits form indiscriminately
Where ones feet are trained
To sink on the instant when you start to think
As you find appealing less comely
Members that stink
As you become aroused
With imperfection...










Reprieve
1-11-11


Yesterday was a do nothing day
Ordained by God for rest
Upon my bed of roses
Where I listen to radio commentaries
About David, Paul and Moses
I am the bush burned but not consumed
Only so that I might come out greener
And stay that way all year round
To join the pines and spruces
To coffee and tea
And be whom God made me to be
And that is Me....