16. Lament Verse IV Exerpt

When something ends it means that something once began. My beginnings are loose threads of colored twine waiting for the telephone operator connection. Stuck in the waiting room with two doors

Interlude

By now it had only been a few blocks.

15. Writing

I find us following similar steps.

paths progressions of our pioneers

focusing on familiar simian standby mechanisms

blankly staring from a circle of wagons

frankly swearing my oath of aleigance

wondering where all the voices of the west went

14. Writing

the fires burning.

The fuels been left too close

I am haunted by by ghosts of past conviction

13. Writing

it is the institution of booty shake

the politicians of dance

strut

under new lights neon

drinks over priced like gasoline

pills the cheap way to go all night

rise sun rise we’ll block you with blinds

huddled around a table

generals meet every Friday or Saturday

sometimes both

close to each other

fantasies and flailers spill across the floor

macabre of candy

basslines of benevolence

broken over beats

Interlude

Patiently they stood by the door and listened.

12. Writing

Pilgrims push forward

Move stones

Unlock mountain secrets

In prayer and faith we have and hold in the

Family and friends stretched

Across never ending plains of splintered auburn clouds.