A calling ...

"We are called to be architects of the future, not its victims."

"Make the world work for 100% of humanity in the shortest possible time through spontaneous cooperation without ecological offense or the disadvantage of anyone."

- Buckminster Fuller

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Lost echoes of a baby boom ...

Dreams were made of nights like these:
stale tobacco blowing in the breeze,
beer spills left from the night before,
giggling faces flowing out the door,

cigarettes, whiskey, and wild crazy women
through the purple haze ever dancing and singing --
singing "Sex, and Drugs, and Rock and Roll."
We kept on dancing so we'd never grow old.

We were dancing shadows against the wall --
dark shadows in a flashing hall
where crimson and horizon blue,
pressed against a starker view,

We were pulsing beats that shook the floor
and rattled the windows ever more.
The ceiling ached from our refrain --
shrieking echoes of a primal brain.

We were disembodied troglodytes,
walking fish, stromatolites.

We were carbonated fire and ice,
permutations from the roll of the dice.

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

November Morning

Gold punctuates dawn.
Bird bursts in celebration
no Ragnarok song.

Detritus pools gold.
The bite of winter’s herald
blasts  two minds at war.

Pace punctuation:
4 dog trudges, 2 human,
breeds conversation.

Crimson spectrum bleeds
pastel blues, brightening moods.
Heartbeats crescendo.

Hot water, cold air
condenses Lake Accotink.
Smoke on the water.

Marching 2:1,
pace quickens after squirrels.
Odors tighten leash.

Breakfast beckons home:
bacon and eggs and coffee
with Crashing the Net.

Millionaire Rap

What do I care if you’re a millionaire?
You don’t breathe my common air

What do I care about the shoes you wear?
You don’t follow my footsteps.

What do you care about the neighborhood?

You don’t feel the child who can’t read,
Who can’t compute without a calculator,
Who refuses to eat the free lunch
Not because he isn’t hungry
Not because he feels entitled,
But because you wouldn’t feed it to your dog.

What do I care about the car you drive?
I’m not showing up in your arena.