bay of dreams
driving through two rock (dos piedras)
on road to bay of dreams.
cypress waving, reaching
eucalyptus dance chorus lines windstreamed.
green green hills go gold rolling as
road wiggles its way to bay of dreams.
we wind on and on and on
flying by white fences of saint anthonys.
bloomfield, little amsterdam and valley ford
on the way to bay of dreams.
gold gold hills rolling up and down
as freestone calls; occidental whispers.
road to graveyard and other bodega waits
on the way to bay of dreams,
while this asphalt swerves and falls right down
the way to edge and sea.
cross of tommies shrine goes by and then
a few more heartbeats to bay of dreams.
fog is waiting and foghorns calling
to invisible pacific lapping into bay of dreams.
boxing planet earth
boxes of linear
chicanery
ruthless beauty
we build
bondage for earth
we're birthed from
trim her in
asphalt belts
bind her with
concrete strappings
strangle her slowly under
disregarded planet trash
we celebrate
blowing it at fever pitch
until whole place is covered
breakneck downhill pollution
until air no longer regenerates.
smothering mama in our folly.
we build we poison we strangle her
out of the corner of our eyes
our punches put her out
for the count - damn
we are so freaking intelligent and
so freaking stupid in the same moment
chainsaw of destiny
sawed into memory yesterday
freed waves and splashes from timber
remembered what once known
through ear and eye protection
insulated from danger without
connected to old self within
triggered through pine lamination
released curves from linear grain
metamorphosed solid to visual liquid
flying chips and two-stroke smoke
were clouds of time machine and moment
as I brought images from wood again
it struck me turning wood to water
vibrations revved and sang
blades blur became brash brush
magic emerged and leapt untamed
the thixotropic me tides forth
from ebb to flood on whirring chain
new rome thrashing (god me, nero)
in the circus of life
we are the clown race.
notice they didn't
name it the human walk.
I'm outta phase with new rome because
I can't talk about TV with people.
those gladiators with scripted
wrestling matches are outta there in my book.
america, where you can
at least depend on our sports
and our elections to be fair.
oh, wait a minute,
even that was then
and no more since jeb and george and vince mcmahem.
it used to be that you
could tell when the politicians
were lying, because their mouths
were moving. now, thanks to technology,
they're even lying when they're asleep.
they (sons of liars) lie far beyond moving
lips. politics, the future of
everything (read their lips). how do you
attack a people
from within?
divide and conquer or
tell them unpopular thinking is unamerican.
confuse issues with political
parties. if two that are more alike all the time aren't enough,
enable the process to add more.
green, libertarian, peace&freedom,
socialist, or even NOBODY BUT US INBREDS parties -
they could wear pointed hats and swastikas.
then there's always the ones that are really
in control. you know who I mean, the silent backers.
maybe 2 million politicians wearing
cement shoes on the bottom of the ocean
isn't the right way to fix the problem
but as someone said - it sure would be a nice start.
ok, if drowning is a bad idea
how about simple molecular deconstruction?
starting with the nervous system
would make it painless.
Capitol punishment,
there it is.
and of course,
there it isn't.
just call me culpamax,
mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
it's thrashing all around us, and burning.
we'll never learn. it's our invisible
tail, that we can't seem to
stop chasing.
good luck america and damn all terrorists, us included.
wave that red, white and blue, baby.
new ROME is thrashing hot all around us.
when in ROME...
stuff that violin, just god me.
