the circle of the people - can it hold ?
In a dream I saw Crazy Horse, shaman of the Ogallah Souix
come down from the mountain
- his face was shining with the holy light of his experience
in the hills of his ancestors
"The circle of the People..." - he told us
" is held together with both truth and artful lies
but when the lies become too big
the circle cannot hold."
Sunday, August 05, 2012
Two Dreams
I fell asleep one night and
as it chanced - I fell into a dream
Walking thru a town like a post-apocalyptic Harpers Ferry
A hilly place leading down to rivers
My old pals were with me - Jim
the genius one, at our campfire, bending over his journal
and Pat, strong and stalwart
We were camped on a hill - in good view of the ruined town
{Jim handed his journal over wordlessly
& on the open page I saw
a medieval world
like ours in some respects
and yet unlike
with its own joys and sorrows
}
...
And as these things go one dream
turned into another
I watched from an old Victorian beach hotel
a bright but raging sea roll in
long rolling combs of waves
rolling over the oriental rug in the lobby
wetting the feet of the upright piano
lapping the first step of the staircase up
the house creaked
as water continued to lap the porch and
roll into the sunny foyer
water warm and full of light
"Dive in" says Pat from behind me, "it won't hurt you"
We dove in and swam out to meet the dolphins
I Never Meant to Write this stuff Down
(inspired by the poetry gang at TUUC- Spring 2012)
I never meant to write these things down but sometimes
...they arrive
Like a panhandler from some lost-in-time 70s hippie festival
using our assumed mutual hipness as an entree...
HEY MAN !
I need a dollar to get home ya' see
and
you really oughta write this scene down.
I never meant to write this stuff down.
but standin in a summer downpour I realized
each and every raindrop is a bodhisattva
come back to save you and me
(inspired by the poetry gang at TUUC- Spring 2012)
I never meant to write these things down but sometimes
...they arrive
Like a panhandler from some lost-in-time 70s hippie festival
using our assumed mutual hipness as an entree...
HEY MAN !
I need a dollar to get home ya' see
and
you really oughta write this scene down.
I never meant to write this stuff down.
but standin in a summer downpour I realized
each and every raindrop is a bodhisattva
come back to save you and me
Friday, June 20, 2008
heard in the wind
what's my name ?
what is my name ?
I call my brother the West Wind to my side
call my sister to my side
I call my son the North Wind to my side
I dance
on the back of the great turtle that holds up the universe
you called me buffalo woman once
now in this solstice I lean forward to hear the sorrows of my children
what is my name ?
I call my brother the West Wind to my side
call my sister to my side
I call my son the North Wind to my side
I dance
on the back of the great turtle that holds up the universe
you called me buffalo woman once
now in this solstice I lean forward to hear the sorrows of my children
Monday, October 15, 2007
I was Adam LeFay
I was Adam LeFay
__carpenter on Market Street
scratching my gray goats beard
wood chips scattered to
earthen floor shop
_as the Indian summer breezes blow
___eastward towards the Delaware
_ the light comes whipping down in shards
___between the glass buildings
someday someplace
I will be again
I was Adam LeFay
__carpenter on Market Street
scratching my gray goats beard
wood chips scattered to
earthen floor shop
_as the Indian summer breezes blow
___eastward towards the Delaware
_ the light comes whipping down in shards
___between the glass buildings
someday someplace
I will be again
I was Adam LeFay
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
elusive
elusive
long ago I had a friend - like a fraternal twin
demian-like we
would duck and hide behind hedges the
longsummer haze the air - cool on my skin
your smiling face
Now lost in city hassle
heard far off laughter a bird song promising return rewind become
long ago I had a friend - like a fraternal twin
demian-like we
would duck and hide behind hedges the
longsummer haze the air - cool on my skin
your smiling face
Now lost in city hassle
heard far off laughter a bird song promising return rewind become
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
the beep line
pseudo memoir- names changed
Where I waited for the bus to high school in Spring of 1968, in a former gas station, they put a store to sell Honda motorcycles.
much cheaper than cars. Red and blue 150 cc jan and Dean had a song out about Hondas. Out of my price range though. Never mind.
Lenny's cousin Sean heard you could talk to chicks from other parts of the county on the public pay phone. Not person to person, but a technical loophole.
May 18, 1968 [ or the closest Thus.]
Scent of oranges drifting from the grouchy dudes fruit stand
Upon depositing ten cents, Sean hit the phone dial, cradle and coin return in a peculiar simultaneous way. Crouched and sweating, finger in his other ear, Sean listened with an expression of delight.
"Lemme hear it once."
"It'd just be wasted on you Teargas."
Where I waited for the bus to high school in Spring of 1968, in a former gas station, they put a store to sell Honda motorcycles.
much cheaper than cars. Red and blue 150 cc jan and Dean had a song out about Hondas. Out of my price range though. Never mind.
Lenny's cousin Sean heard you could talk to chicks from other parts of the county on the public pay phone. Not person to person, but a technical loophole.
May 18, 1968 [ or the closest Thus.]
Scent of oranges drifting from the grouchy dudes fruit stand
Upon depositing ten cents, Sean hit the phone dial, cradle and coin return in a peculiar simultaneous way. Crouched and sweating, finger in his other ear, Sean listened with an expression of delight.
"Lemme hear it once."
"It'd just be wasted on you Teargas."
Monday, January 22, 2007
an Alieut at Robt E Lee park
I am the half blind storyteller
that sits by the fire
wolves howl down the valley
pine branches crackle, flames lick snow capped alaska range buffers the wind but
I struggle to recall our name for these mountains
^^^^^
Grandfather Raccoon insouciant in the flickering light
raccoon:
vain fools
I was old when your father's father crossed the Yentna.
what have you wrought ?
your songs are like dust
^^^^^
At Robert E. Lee park-- June 30, 1977 to Sept 1, 2006
I watch the spillover the now cracked dam
some civil war politco dweebs name stamped somewhere, in bronze or faded mortar
crossed the bridge
stood in light mist
inside some weird intentional circular grove of skinny trees.
seven birches - nine birches - eleven birches
empty railroad bridge
1890s ghost men on a ghost train back to Lutherville
hi honey I'm home
that sits by the fire
wolves howl down the valley
pine branches crackle, flames lick snow capped alaska range buffers the wind but
I struggle to recall our name for these mountains
^^^^^
Grandfather Raccoon insouciant in the flickering light
raccoon:
vain fools
I was old when your father's father crossed the Yentna.
what have you wrought ?
your songs are like dust
^^^^^
At Robert E. Lee park-- June 30, 1977 to Sept 1, 2006
I watch the spillover the now cracked dam
some civil war politco dweebs name stamped somewhere, in bronze or faded mortar
crossed the bridge
stood in light mist
inside some weird intentional circular grove of skinny trees.
seven birches - nine birches - eleven birches
empty railroad bridge
1890s ghost men on a ghost train back to Lutherville
hi honey I'm home
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
redwing
July 17th
now you're gone
maybe hiding back
___ in the cool woods
only a mockingbird here today - and some flying bug ascending the leaves
thrum of air conditioners from the subterranean offices
March 15
just returned
from South Carolina or someplace
sitting on a tall reed
___ by the pond on the left
skree-cherp
dive down in the grassy muck
go home
now you're gone
maybe hiding back
___ in the cool woods
only a mockingbird here today - and some flying bug ascending the leaves
thrum of air conditioners from the subterranean offices
March 15
just returned
from South Carolina or someplace
sitting on a tall reed
___ by the pond on the left
skree-cherp
dive down in the grassy muck
go home
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