…Get so unwound & wow! Then not sure Where it’s at a-tat-tat As if to be so laidback & (dis)agree-able string Or vast & over my head And so I’ve theorized The hip & the damned If only it were true (& you) That we are coming together In this (dis) connective tissue Above & beyond the din (sins) Of careless revenue pipelines & ruddy-faced radio liars & RF signal permeation To feel the sunshine On our faces again A lid opened on a guitar Case, Full of Silvertone & an Indian strap, Emits forward unto We A circular space as big as us In shape & form & clarity--- Yet so (not) unobtrusive There is a greyhound bound for wealth Beyond that o the hoi polloi (common ilk) Born of bread and sundries…just like his dad You cross his path, son, U’ll know U’ve been had Birthright is a lottery ticket stamped on a forehead One man wear wool coat and walk the halls alone (QED) One man walk in packs, salute the boss & make-believe That atonement of one’s sins has any meaning In a wide whirl where the boogieman’s really In the food we eat & the air we’re breathing Boss-man, no he don’t care what you think He gets his every day, and …well, you sink There’s an odor on the man who pays retail Has no tax shelter; sweats home details It is the stink of peons & peasantry & the beer joint up the street Boss-man lobbies for the oligarchic priority Know nothing come out o’ the proletariat but drunks & malarkey The rich do get richer…while the poor grovel in it heartily _ Not like anyone’d notice, though, the kid’s got pride He don't mind the rich—just quit with the lying

My country tis of thee: The.. Affluent who make me out the enemy What kind of meat am I, if not to be fed on By the ones who legislate said tyranny Land where my father died Host to such parasites Who relegate a thousand lies For a means to conceive Dread ruin/renewal/ruin & (petro) chemical anodyne

Can smell the green tea in your cup & the Earl Grey in mine, tonight we sup White light round the smooth sound hole Reflects outward into the air we know Advance run song articulations of & ..from ..near ..silent ...waves Unto the copper-wound strings & when/where vibrations sing Do fingers pluck upon due steel A smile makes a comfort-zone real Upon your face & then on mine and the time flies comfortably Granted...we've still got time Yet expressed I’ll close the lid When soon enough…anyway Then slide the music away Abide (lo the music at bay) by the labor-hours ahead Today, tomorrow, & Saturday

Know they'll weigh the measure of his manhood in a day’s work Hold work-a-day conversations with what the ladies call jerks No matter how hard we try, we never really seed any leeway Put-on is a pay raise..tow more responsibility & no more pay &..lo the greyhound take more time to make his money work Staking claim to tax shelters ...on the back o the common shirk It’s always been this way, ey? Just that now the man don’t hide it No need to bother, the rules’ve changed, we’re all liars, can’t deny it Those who don’t buy into the status quo are the cheese 'at stands alone And the lone cheese has a reek like the everyman…but sadder yet As there's nothing sadder than honest-eyes in this century The greyhound can smell him a mile away Colluding all the way to the bank again today It ain’t easy, no it’s never easy Takes…knowhow Some birthright ...& a Willingness to compromise One’s ethics effectively Or uh ...begrudgingly On a case by case basis Want more black coffee for breakfast, please (Want more black coffee to drink ...to think) Want more black coffee for breakfast, please "Maybe this time, honey, sweet & creamy?" Had this day a giving Need to strip down & Naked among our glee, For thoughtful temperament Was inching.. We ..toward A soulful thing of which We’ve seen ..& see again ..on into forever-ness I, semi liquid id (pending stasis) In flight of seeking, seeing, Wisdom, wishes, & Inventing things Already known to trees & air And all that’s given In response to those, & we, who dance in Cosmic liquids Unseen To eyes