Of left’s and rights
Are we made,
Progressives all
Unless Amish resting in shade

The curb:

I don’t know,

when

I lost the place

too

Might have been when the sun never ends

Or among a mountains cool dew

I had it once

And then,

Not

Time just sped by

And disappeared, spent and hot

It raced from here to there

Leaving flecks of moments of care

Strewn about a wandering mind

I wonder now

Was it real?

Was it mine?

Or was my time borrowed from

A place called kind

A concrete curb, a telephone pole to hold me up

Damn it to hell this seat I have is hard and rough

But it’s mine

And here I sit

Alone, or not

Won’t you join me?

For a moment or two

Not long, but enough

It’s not too hot

Or cold to feel

Just a curbside look

At drivers at their wheels

At drivers at their wheels

Spinning tires till they squeal

Rolling around on asphalt ground

Might be time for me to make

The train, southbound

And head on down to where sun never frowns

And leave the rest,

I see from my concrete curbs rest

Rolling around

And whose feet

Never seem, to touch the ground

But always seem to be a bit,

A little, ground

Now hear me my friend, I thank you for sitting with me

Will we meet again?

When will we see each other?

Sometime again?

I hope we do

And when we do

We’ll be sitting

On our curbside, concrete bench

Backs to our poles

Feet on the ground

Oh reckless moon

Have you no sense

Don’t you know?

What effect you hold

On this poor mortals

Well-worn soul

Oh Reckless moon

You cast your spell

Stirring mayhem

And larceny

On this feckless self

Oh Reckless moon

Is that you?

Who dances winds broom?

That sweeps earths room

Kicking dust and lust

And old age rust

Hi above in to skies of white

fluffs

And hawks and doves who

Rescue fools

Oh Reckless moon

How dare you,

How dare you

Tinker with the mighty rules

How dare you take that which is not yours

How dare you know better than

which

Has been

Solely

Adorned

Oh reckless moon

I fail because of you

And succeed as well

And succeed as well before

Anyone can tell

I rush into the wind you stir

And reckless and feckless I live

What I’ve learned.

Before mornings sun

is done

This boy born as a universes son

Will pack his things

And sift through days

Reserved for him

To come undone

Before noon-times tea

Breaks for thee

I rest, and look

Back upon my trail

I left to see

Before the afternoon hour

Breaks the wind

And storms with showers

Upon a fools taunting grin

I stand alone

At the foot of heavens throne

And there I know

My time, on my road

Is yet sorted out, ahead lay more toil

And then, in the shadow

of a gentle twilight

I look and ponder

What do I remember?

What is my insight?

Yet with no flashlight,

To illuminate my path

And from that day forth

Time marches so quickly

I know that now,

I must move before I see

The dark of evening

A place where there is little

Of reasoning

A time when lists of do’s

Replace those of don’ts, you fool

Time left only, now

to cull for only those few

Things left on hold for a when a better day, brings

And told it is, by natures gentle hints

I must be off

No time to be lost

What’s left to do can only be a few?

But the choicest of tasks they are

I promise you

Yes, the choicest of tasks I promise yo

Before I wake and face the day

Before the daily weep, prints,

And hits the streets, the same

And tells by those

Whom are told what to say

I’ll think aloud,

Is this my last light?

Of a mornings day?

My last in the sun

I’ve spent so many

Some poor and yet some wonderfully done

Alas, now, I know

I have no more bullets

in my life’s gun

So before I weep

Or begin to shriek

That my time is gone

No more to keep

I find a new song

One of many melodies

And beats of heart

With new rhymes to hum

To carry me along

And then I’ll say, I won’t scare this or any day

Nor blink aloud

Or cry to who

It’s only a transfer

To your new time

You lamenting old fool

And so instead of mercy pleads

I’ll ride my bike

Into dawns new light, you’ll see

And chase the rainbow of heavens end

And chase the rainbow to heavens end

Before I wake

Before I begin

Through the night

Of dreams, mighty might

I travel to places

that now fill once empty spaces

And through those labyrinths

Of webs I’ve cobbled

Memories lay

In traps set

To tease this old fool

By tricks of self-rule

Times, once thought

Some time now thought, forgot

Yet still and all

I travel the night halls

Deep inside

Where I express my, rites

For visitations, time

To see, times of mine

Now jailed deep within

a very sleepy mind

And there they rest

Comfortably? Or not?

Or do they, then?

Beg to escape, my friends

from spaces behind locks,

Doors thought sealed once and, for evermore?

Oh no, I see, I can but for moments brief

Go and travel and tramp quickly I must

Knowing slumber, will soon leave me to rust

Quickly I scrap through times once captured

There I find mysteries, witch haunted

Of times once held

Lived in such, great rhymes they hail

And sing and call, OH BLOODY HELL!

Come with me, Come my friend

Another encore is at your beck and whim.

Come back, come back, come back and visit me

For, another, encore! You’ll enjoy it you’ll see

Come back and look, crack another door.

I’ll be waiting there, but for only a moments, allure

That’s all your visitation rite’s will grant

For times once lived

For times once lived, now stored

Stored so deeply, they can only be released

From their jail so frail

In the midst of dreams

Day or night, if you please

Come play and remember

Come play and remember, it is your rite!

I want to fly

Above the fray

Above the noise

Of daily days

I’m sure to fly above the birds

Above the land

Above the hills of

Awkward man

Where mindless numb-talk

Is daily spoken

Where life’s daily going’s on

Is often gone wrong

I hope to fly high above

High above lost doves in sun

Above so high

Up In the sky

Only angels can I see

So near, I sigh

I’m sure I’ll float

And be assured

I’ll float to where

One often goes without a spoken word

But if I fail

I’ll slip too far

The warmth I’ll feel

will be Evermore

Evermore beneath the sky

A sky that lives

With no rules of mine

And so I think, I’ll fall below

And hope I’ll find some of life’s magical glow

For if I live without risk

Then years spent hiding within safety’s mist

Will waste away till there are no other days

And what a blue note

That would bring to this old fool

So I want to fly within the fray

Of very ordinary complex days

And in the end I can say of time

Was mine to hold and waste divine!