When Will You Rise?

Tight-lipped Callow
of the Sprawling Greens of Innocence:
don't confuse your ignorance for illumination,
because the lights that shine in your eyes
fade as fast as wicks on wax candles that burn
to give twilight homes glowing warmth.

Self-Justified Sapling:
don't succumb to your overwrought
and under-thought fabrications,
proclaiming them as truths carved
into aged stones
serving them up as purification
to the squalid system whose absence
you long to see.

Dearest Sprout,
When will you awake?
When will your eyes widen to all truths?
And when will your mind force out all falsities
that imbue your embryonic roots?

When will you rise, oh child?
When will you be risen?

To become other than you,
other than me,
to be better than the comparison
and the tarnished visions your sad eyes see?

"Just a smile or a kind word could open up the gates of heaven."

Woolgatherers gaze:

through the haze, the fog
the mindfulness,
the cogs in the machine,
the mass appeal, the angry, the mean
the deceptions,
the glitz and gleam,
the shimmer of falsities and
the dullness of honest pleads.

They see - breathe - not what's important
but what should be.

Half of a Full Moon Party (a song)

Dreaming
of porches
signs of life
anti-bug torches.

Friends,
drinks that talk
they shout
laugh them off.

Soon
there will be no cars,
no trains that bloom,
we'll crawl to move.

Maybe
we'll sleep
the dreams that plague
we'll feed.

Tongues
that seep out the bitter
will salivate the sweet.

When
our brains recede
hand in hand
we'll proceed

The shine
from our being
will rise above
all cities.

Wonder:
what all this is for
until air becomes no more

Wonder:
what future is for
the rich eventually become poor

Wonder:
what wonder is for
I won't wander anymore.

Flood Ironies #2

The woman stuck in New Orleans because her flight back to New Jersey is cancelled due to severe flooding at Newark airport.

At Home Depot, I was surprised to find that not only is there a Yankee player with the last name Dad, but that his number is 1.

Flood Ironies #1

Umbrellas that need to be thrown out because they're too wet.