07/09/2022
No worms, just wyrd poetry,
Post Capitalist Aquarian Bluez
Tentacles of Autumn’s myst
Bends like a harp players C note
Or wheels to grist
Out on the boundaries of the mind
Conscious consequences mine Zeus’s underworld
Persephone bind rhymes
Cast spell that devour time
Climate change gives its two minute warning
No time outs & the hero’s journey
Iz stuck in the mud
Atlas shrugged and po’ folk
Hold up the world anyway
Juz like any other day
Someone has to do the deal
Small minds wave flags over
Ant hills & spin tales
Of falsh glory
Po’ folk ride rockets
To new dimensions, tensions,
Rise & heats wave
Down on the corner
Doo-dah dung beetles roll stones
Over speedway tracks
& tumble dice
Po’ folk smile & savor
Beans & rice, lots of heat,
Lots of spice
Give it all some body
Standing on street corner talkin’
Ghost of Janis wails loud & clear
Freak flags wave &
The dinner is free.
Heat wave makes the peppers grow
& water precious
H2O molecules smile
It takes a drought
To give their due
Heat burns off the morning dew
We used to walk out in
Fried like chicken before it even begin s
Extreme heat strolls in
Fit & trim
Slender waist
& all encompassing sizzle
Brains be bacon
The frying pan’s on high
Out from under rocks
Pampered priest & politicians
Cry “oooch” the AC don’t work
& now, just like the rest of U.S. all
The good times have stalled
Turn on the fire hydrants
& dancin’ in the streets!
The heat has its own beats
Slow wall of sound with g-funk bass
Dreams are realized
& da rich disappear w/o a trace
Atlas shares tamales
& po’ folk know it’s all
In their place
Momma ocean chills heat,
She’s mo’ then a pretty face.
All There Iz
Cosmic consciousness
Runs ¼ mile
In 6 nano seconds flat
Hot wired synapses
Burn images of
Intergalactic be-bop
& cool surfer beats
Brain clicks & ticks
Shift the stick
Can we just call
Richard the Lionhearted
Richie, or Dick?
Put some historical leveling
On monikers of self proclaimed greatness
Straight lines wiggle
Crossed eyes focus
Hear only pocus
Feel only hocus
These three trees of betta’ ham
Offer incense & glazed pineapple
To baked baby Hey-sooz
Soul fired scrapple
Feeds tripping poets
We be stoned,
Immaculate
Thanks Jimmy D,
Words betta’ than sausage.
Judges judge &
Atlasesses shrug
All guilty
All filthy
The best are on vacation
The worst much fried chicken &
Sell dancin’ doo- dah men
To suburbia’s stoic sensibilities
Sell their kids sensimilla
Doors unlock
Screw DR. Spock
Burn all the books &
The poets will just memorize
I Ching haiku
Jettisons servitude
The classics are buried ina heap deep
Da students smoke Pulp Fiction
How much is that dime, novel
Don’t bogart dem words
We all be Sharin’
Nono seconds of clarity,
High larity
Laugh m**o laugh,
Dis be
All there iz
Holy Foolz
Holy Foolz,
Force fed box store consciousness
Silenced by capitalism
Howl like mad hyenas
Choking on tourist exhaust
Looking for shelter on Serengeti
Even the jazz houses aren’t safe
Hipsters tip lousy & demand
Vintage be-bop & virgin gin & juice
Soul w/ no heat
All worn smooth by wh**ey
Guru seekers & New Age
Wiccan hustlers
Electric cars, 50’scooters
& micro doses of Vegan fast food
& greed.
Holy Foolz,
Languishing malnourished &
Victim of another crap app
THEY KILLED THE PHONE!
Can’t call hyena
S/he’s gone rabid!
Biting decaf coffee houses
& CBD “P.O.P” dispensaries
Hipsters drop pseudo dose,
No trip, just the concept of tripping,
Curled up exiled on Main Street
Poets paint faces
Ready to launch face paint,
Day-glo guerrilla raids
Spitting words & twisting sin tax.
Holy Foolz,
Launch mad attack
Call it pride
Capitalist forced to hide
Hyena pi**es on pant leg
Of progressive pantsuit
Progressive half hearted solution,
Lets greed off the hook
Screeching “we’re all rich too!”
Serengeti blues band blow
Hot Coltrane & spicy Santana
Watching the Howler Monkeys
Screams silently,
Silently screams,
Silent springs
The Baboons put acid in the lobster bash.
Holy Foolz,
Flies tractor John Deere,
Plows fields & compost
Preludes & stick glues
Children finger paint
Google map apps
Flows freely & leaves
Visions steely clear
I Ching sez water clear
& the New Age is near
Bugs Bunny’ the Prophet
But Wiley E the seer
Aquarian funk follies turn
Boogie band smile from sneer.
