Space Junk and the Inevitability of Catch Up

When your hair is bouncing in the breeze
You'd never think to see
Head held back to stare at the sky
Look up there!
That cloud looks like a tombstone
Yet on closer inspection
Hurtling from the atmosphere
Old space junk satellites
How was it when in the 70's we first heard Lou Reed
sing of Satellites of Love
But today no one could believe how all the junkies
With their canes and their permanent
Game Over! Mental codecs
Shuffle throughout the E. Village And Alphabet City
So much discarded refuse
That broke our hearts & now the rain of space junk
Is reported by news crews
While smiling and reminding us:
If you see any space debris
Call the police immediately.
After all,
It is government property.

Silver Day, She Rolls

Down the slope she strides with an easy gait
taking in changes erupting monochromatic
with the verdant as vibrant
as any sweet sprig of spring's eternal emerald
now she paints it chrome silver
singing its' jangly folkloric lyric
reserved for blindingly blue days
next to approach will be the white
cold beard scrounging through the bricks
during festivals of blood and wine

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Translucent Kind

Looking through is quite the thing to do,
or so t'would seem to anyone who was born on this planet
in the last hundred years or so. Look through the leaves
of black and white newsprint and you may find something
to pique your interest. Glass comes to mind
as an elegant solution to increase your chances
of looking through something without causing much of a fuss.
The great thing about looking through
glass, is that it forms a physical barrier to an other dimension which,
you could, if you so desired, become an object within and in doing so,
change your entire reality. Look through the lenses
of glasses or cameras. You'll notice three versions of time
occurring similtaneously. Look through a magazine or a deck
of cards, your imagination will soar with all sorts of possibilities.
Look deep into the eyes of your pet. You may unlock the very mysteries
of the soul. Looking through your list of friends
may give you an indication of who you are
and what you hope to archive in this life.
Take a long, deep look.

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Mindful of This Never Forgotten Day (9-11)

There was a day when we were called
attention was captured
United collectively
Froze welded into a peoples' being

This series of tragedies occurred
not because of any of us, individually
But who we are, were, and will be
Will ever draw the ire
From the fuse of the fire
Lit by the fingers of hate
And fearful greed & jealousy

Mothers began the wail
Raised into the heavens
On pillars of smoke

Brothers and sisters stopped
Dead in their tracks
for lack of belief

Fathers, feeling powerless to explain
Began planning a rescue
Of all that were left

There will be a day
When the smoke will disapate
The rains will come
All that is broken
Will be swept away
Even of memory
There will be a day

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Some Lovely Memory Stuck

There was a time to think you could've
Gone that extra mile to the fair
Away down the frozen aisles

Between the river and the field
For the flair to sport
I couldn't think of one thing finer
Than your watery gold dripping
through my fingers

A night so capped with yearning for the next
Atop a sunken ship
So full of stars & stops

The Passing Crowd

Watch & learn
How to be a good little human
Who breaks the laws
Who pays the bills
Who sucks it up
Who hurts from lonely

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Who's That Knocking?

That is the floor
This is my bed
Late night noises, I hear
The sky is overhead

The walls stand firm
The Earth moves as she does
I go through the sunshine
With the bees and their buzz

The world will not end
Erase from your brain
Syllables of fear & hate
Eradicate the stain of pain

Hoping for peace; this world shall never end
Barking for war; our hearts will not mend
The glamourous life's corruption is a weight to be born
Its brunt blunt grunt sings Sisyphus mourn

This is my bed
That is the floor
Please leave your well wishes
& flowers by the door

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