The Primordial earth is parched 
And scorched by lust
Brittle dreams crushed
Lurching toward disaster .

 Homo Sapiens abandoning       
love and humanity for
The idolatry of  false gods
And adoration of money.
Questionable morality

If you believe the news
Fame at all costs
Fantasists , 
society on the edge.
 
Kids who want maximum gain 
For little or no effort.
Spoiled beyond recognition.

Up in the heavens
Over this mortal plane...
Watch me glide with hovered wings.

I can feel the winds rush
Around this surreal fin
Of satin paper, wooden frame;
Lifting up my hollow skin.

Be my navigator.
The tides of the air restrict me.
Take my hand through the skies...
I can only fly by your gentle love strings.

WINTER SPORTS '81 (MIXED DOUBLES)

Don't you fall in love with me:
However flattering that might be,
I know it is not what you are looking for-
Experiences dead, have blown dreams out of your head,
And, like a drowning man, you're clutching at a straw...

So, you use your education
To summon every ounce of tact-
Does your new preoccupation bring you joy?
Am I pleasant artifiction, or just some mental artifact:
Do you want a man, do you need a boy?

Like a herd of cattle returning home
my thoughts trudge along
till my shadow dissipates into twilight
enveloping me in darkness
at peace with a tear drop silence
in the murmur of my heart
I listen to the echoes of your beats
playing along side mine
that day
when roses smiled upon us
and you blushed

Far up in a cobalt sky
appears a long contrail
whose metallic maker carries hie
folk, with each a different tale

Some, I'm sure, are on a quest
on this clear winter day
to their business rivals, best
as they practice just what they will say

Others are vacation bound
maybe to a tropic shore
where tensions will become unwound
and worries thought about no more

A few up in that speeding speck
wearing sad and quiet faces
go to give a last respect
and pass upon lost souls last graces

I am chafed by the cloudless
Sky, night playing hide and seek
With my feelings: anger, guilt,
Shame over the crown of my head.
True, this coldness shivers
As it coils beneath wounded pores
Visible with friends drinking
At four-cornered tables
Gambling 25 centavos on dusty seats.
I'd rather throw stones at passersby
And break their faces -
So shiny yet so grim with fiery
Smiles offensive and unruly
To a tired mind. Standing by
The side of the doorway, smoking
Low tar nicotine cigarettes,

I expect I'd best explain this before ya'll start reading. I was sitting around thinking how much the Old South had changed since I was a child. This write is the result. The word "nigger" is used to emphasize the time in which this is set, not to offend anyone here. So hold your nose, here goes :

I remember clearly the Old South
Back in nineteen sixty five
when a nigger had to watch his mouth
just to stay alive

(Here's a light hearted one one that should get all you ladies up in arms....)

ONE BY ONE

Male chauvinist pigs roam the streets every day,
Think they can read us like books;
Oh, how we hate it when we hear them say:
You just need a fat worm on your hooks!

I have my own car, I can go where I wish,
I’m in complete control of my fate…
So, don’t let me hear you say ladies are fish,
And as fish, we must rise to the bait…

read me like a book
you turn a page
and my emotions
are drawn
like air at the damper
of the furnace

caught up you dont look
and I can see your eyes
the colours against
the dark pupils

outside the snow is falling
through the sun
hidden and transparent
there are cars at the
streetlights

I remember then
but not now

you havent read that
yet

and I smile
and you look up

You Make Me Laugh

AND

Unwritten Laws
All loving men
Adore their girlfriends
And
When they marry
Become husbands
They like other's women.
That’s the way the world goes
Since yesterday
And
Shall enter a tomorrow
Do you agree with me?
All of you
Women too!

You Make Me Laugh