A cup of coffee
Starts the day
With what these words can say
In a mess of a world
I look for the right words
To do right
Upon the land around us
For it is up to us
To resolve
The mess
That we make
Words Can Say
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Tag Archives: Christmas
The Linear Bus
Is there space on the bus
Moving in one straight line
In space and time
All along
While the bell rings
From the yellow line
All the way down the roads
As the old chains creek and pull
The linear bus and its passengers
Freewheeling
At last
The Promotion Designer
Such a lonely job
With a short description
A round sad face
In a Rockwell exhibition
With tears at the computer
And no real sign of life
In his eyes
Just trying to make the call
Get by
With a new promotion or design
Thinking now of how to resign
With dignity and praise
For these are his final days
Reasonable Christmas
Reasonable Christmas
With a happy start
With minds open
To the lines read from the sky
Happy friends and family
In great consultation
Avoiding politics
Or resignation
For a meager celebration
Hands together
For its a reasonable Christmas
Given the weather
The Course Bank
The course bank
Amongst the ranks
Of the young and old
Playing it up straight
Holding on hold
The debts owed
To the course bank
In time repaid
Or confiscated
When the winners lose
And the other waited
Pigeon Gains
Pigeon gains
Importing new clothes
And merchants
On the shores of Lake Michigan
In the December cold
All around the city
I’m told
The talk of the merchandise
Pigeons
They are on the news
Heard of the businessmen rats too
The Stall Exhibition
Stall exhibition
No prohibition
Problems made
With no resolve
We have to grow
And evolve
Stalling out
Over the holidays
For the world can say
What a great nothing
What a moment to cease
All of that just to
Keep the peace
Rowing for the Moving Rebellion
Rowing on the frozen shores
I salute the moving rebellion
Steadfast in moving fast
Making decisions
For now and the future
The rebellion lives on
With or without you
I keep my brow low
As the ore slaps the water
And thrust the team onward
Into the morning fog
Wonder this Wonderful World
“Wanderlust”
Dedicated to Laura Anys
Wanderlust
Let’s wonder this wonderful world
From the mountains of California
To the salt flats of Utah
The winds of the Pensylvania turnpike
Wonder takes flight in all of us
Down to the rustbelt of south of Chicago
The land that we live on
Has heightened the sense of wonder
Somewhere in Hawaii
A surfer catches a wave
While in Grand Central friends
Wave to each other
Departing for new destinations
As strangers pass by
Aware but set on new experiences
In classrooms across the country
Eager students learn to recite
New languages to speak
Spanish and German
French or Portuguese
Preparing for the wonder of this world
From the land to the people
Wonder must not be let go
It must grow
Flow like the Mississippi
Keeping our mind nourished with wonder
As the Louisana coast creeks with thunder
No storm can hold back
The feeling of learning to trust the unknown
In a life filled with wanderlust
The Paltry Destruction
The paltry destruction
Dirty and tan
Unknown in expression
But less heard of
I am uncertain
Pushing my own hands now on the curtain
I have never seen such an obtainable truth
If we could only see it through
We must take command of our own hands
Yearn for hope and truth
Unity through diversity
Diversity in me and you
