The Gardener
Santa Clara, CA 95051
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FLOATING©
PRICELESS WORLD
AS NORMAL WEATHER EVAPORATES
turn up the heater or air conditioner
or the TV for comfort
ignore floods, freezes, droughts, hurricanes, ice caps melting
shore lines receding
mortality preceded by vanishing hair
proclaim profit
ignore the thinning veneer
religion will save us
or at least the holidays
buy something
it is your duty
ignore your savings
if any are left
a dismal, dark and dreary night
in the laboratory of remembrance
fiends of yesteryear
raise a great pandemonium
guitars and screaming
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
Peace in ascent
in that previous life I flew a kite
it bumped into the Goodyear blimp
nowadays kites imitate birds with fanciful eyes and wavy tails
but mine was counter propaganda
it had a true tale:
GRASS OR ASS
NO ONE RIDES FOR FREE
Juliet of the Spirits was popular
in the end the charioteer of her visions rides off
across the horizon
never to be seen again
all the cares of our world
for a few years there was a sense of loss
all those experiences
all vacant
then what?
depend upon what?
the kite string has snapped
no going back
and so what?
without reason
sorrow has lifted
far beyond any kite I ever flew
oh, and the weather?
it can't be bought
THEE AND ME
an enchantment of frost
snowflakes, no two alike
a dusting of dreams
barley brewed
we are gently stewed
snowflakes falling
all out of season
we are warm today
beyond winters of our fore, fore, fore, fore
fathers
(and mothers now politically speaking)
our boats ride the rising tide
inching higher
ever higher
some of us, still floating, will enjoy the ride
an enhancement is nanotubes
the Higgs boson
sundry too numerous
for any one person to comprehend
oh how nice it seemed
before toes began to curl
and scientists turned a deaf eye
(Hiroshima proved a theory)
(and ended a war, incidentally)
chanting: we are the sorcerers
you are apprentices
believe! it's all within your power
take the lead, you rule
we are merely truth seekers
OK ---
been there
now do this:
face reality
and if anyone can comprehend it
still knows not what we do
the time is out of joint
smoke one if you will
the universe helps those who help themselves
so let's do that
it is within our power
and my first decree:
sorcerer, get thee behind me
snowflakes are falling
ever so gently
enhancement of a forest
not forgotten
when people listened
when reality was a clue
and now the evening news
EN PASSANT
a continual shuffle on the street
palm trees are storks with god heads
passing clouds are headless
people with headphones
cars honk
Hey! what are you
deaf?
have it your own way, street
I am on my way to nowhere
not to spill the secret, but
well, right out by the car laundry
where it says: HAND DRIED
many busy hands catch my eye
for a moment
and then there is the silence of the super market
people jam shopping carts
automatic tellers say, "thank you"
glassy eyed
I am happy
in passing
so quiet inside
bedraggled longings for a long lost forest
are satisfied with storky weeds
the stage setting for a beggar
WILL WORK FOR FOOD
there is a certain homogeneity
rocks in the Arizona desert
a NASA mission to Mars
when I'm hungry I eat
I'm getting sleepy now
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The Gardener
Santa Clara, CA 95051
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