Tales

  • Traveling south full of warmth this son
    looking up to rise
    coming down the I California five
    hands on the wheel willing to work
    waiting on tables cleaning and clearly
    is seen by someone from Simi
    who saw him and said the future’s ahead

    became friends searching acting dreaming
    insight
    winding if rising like a spiral in flight
    this might of your thoughts flies by why with such light
    delights on a limb
    branching on in the fellow hymns

  • He took up the guitar to be around his violin
    the strings of things that tie
    he improved and he could sing and they began to play
    a couple and then a bass
    a trio then a band and a violin that couldn’t sing
    so another bow figured in then a mandolin
    drums a banjo and so it goes
    then some bars then some clubs

    and what began as a couple became a group
    and the first violin took a seat
    at rehearsals loosening the tie was the wait
    the listening turned to thinking what had begun
    to bring the fingers closer to the rings on their hands
    in bands of peace and love

  • Heard the Rattlesnakes last evening full of life
    coiled fates entangled states
    heard the rattlesnakes that lasting sound you don’t forget
    if you don’t listen it’s that sound that bites

    Driving home that night the rocky peaks
    the sun about to set
    in the road up ahead I said
    rattlesnake
    the brakes were dead the steering wheeled
    the spin I took
    I looked around

  • Backpack on the hill…sides all around him
    views the steep climbs down and up
    through this life the hike continues
    the vision here improves our insights
    the walking stick figures that heard
    his hymn

    Sing in the wind tumbleweeds and we
    relatives of the same scene
    knowingly carry on the further see
    gathering above this home
    sun

  • He was no Maverick maybe a cowboy
    white and branded with a white hat
    from a top gun perspective he dropped from heights
    of technological superiority on high
    order
    bombs to ground down

    Nationalists revolutionaries to imperialism
    first of French hims followed by American hims
    verses of hegemony hedge funds borrowed from u.s.
    written in euphemisms for cold invasive wars
    he spoke Pentagese
    these Vietnamese were
    “Gooks”

  • Roger
    that revelation on retaliation
    Roger
    that weather born on earlier relationship storms
    where the umm…brella was to reign down upon
    the scene perceived a torrent a flash flood a damning burst
    fulfilling a thirst so well nursed that his thumb finds its finger
    grips his pen and taps out its curse
    for worst then his head hurts and the heart misses a beat

    Roger
    that then a revolutionary movement beheld him
    from criss-crossing the rubicon of a checked past that betrayed
    the rising tide inside
    a weaning a passing into meaning to be

  • I heard a great grand mother
    say the other day
    “Dying isn’t easy” … neither is a mother’s
    birthing day
    and then the life and then
    light
    what is the darkest night the coming
    day
    what is the sun but a star
    the earth a maze
    at every turn a thought
    I might not see the why

  • The night before he was shot he asked for a spot
    of his art on her wall
    he was an artist then and so was she
    siblings sharing a room in a home of nine
    children with a single mom no pop living in poverty

    He had a tree fort in the woods
    a neighbor teen with a gun with or without aim
    shot with view to the tree he was in shed wound to the head
    he bled and in two days was dead

  • Not far from a cabin
    there is a bridge
    painted white now full of graffiti life
    there is where a man shot himself
    accident or epiphany
    self inflicted wound proof or providence
    or just another shooting evidence
    robbery of innocence life strife breaks up
    dreams of he’s and she’s crossing streams
    shot in the back of the knee Marine PTSD
    epiphany accident providence

  • If you live at the top of a hill
    it becomes clear the fountain of you…th
    is uphill
    join forces with will the idea became him
    most days he drove sometimes he rode he knew the view
    the drive
    was within

    The perspective from there is downhill
    looking back vision may not last
    life’s
    very fast

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