Grandma Peterson

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Grandma Peterson:
How’s the weather in heaven?
They got Southern Comfort?
Does Uecker call the Brewers games up there, too?
Miss you already but glad you flew.

Grandma Peterson:
Does it compare with the cottage?
Is church on Sunday morning?
Bet Grandpa smiled when he laid eyes on you.
Miss you already but glad you flew.

Grandma Peterson:
Think you’ll start up a garden?
Is everything at the store on sale?
Speaking of deals, guaranteed a deuce or two?
Miss you already but glad you flew.

Grandma Peterson:
What are you sewing up there?
How’s the rest of the family up stairs?
Say hello for us, won’t you?
Miss you already but glad you flew.

So long. So long for now.
So long. So long for now, Grandma.

(5/23&25&28/2018: Adams Point, Oakland, California)

Mayday

When I finally reached the door,
“Open sesame” didn’t work.
Turns out there’s no such thing
as magic words.

Then I rolled up my shirt sleeve,
but no tricks did I see.
Turned around to leave, “Easy come”
but go? Ain’t so easy.

Mayday, mayday.
We’re going down
in a blaze of glory.
All in good time.
All in our own good time,
anyway.

When I finally walked to the edge,
I looked down just before I leapt.
Still and silent on the way down
is how I dreamt it.

Then I rolled out of bed,
went about the day as if it hadn’t happened.
Still and again in hiding.
Mad to live or living dead?

Mayday, mayday.
We’re going down
in a blaze of glory.
All in good time.
All in our own good time,
anyway.

When I finally drove out of town for good,
rear view mirror was the last I seen her.
They say: “Out of sight, out of mind.”
I say: “Yeah, right.”

Then I rolled down my window,
looked back with the naked eye.
They say: “Objects may closer than they appear.”
I say: “Speed up to try to leave them behind.”

Mayday, mayday.
We’re going down
in a blaze of glory.
All in good time.
All in our own good time,
anyway.

(5/18-21/2018: Adams Point, Oakland, California)

Never Gets Old

So you want to know
how to be no one?
Shed your skin some?
It’s now or never, and it never gets old.

Calibrate your expectations:
things about to get real imperfect.
But it’s now or never. And it never gets old.

By hook or by crook
gotta level that head.
Must be present to win. Must be present to win.

Now or never never gets old

Easier said than done.
She said: Easy does it. Easy does it.
She said: Never get old.
This never gets old.

Now or never never gets old.
Won’t be around when it’s all told,
will we? Or will we? Will we?

(4/5, 4/10, & 4/14/2018 – Airplane in the southern USA skies & Adams Point, Oakland, California)

A Balanced Breakfast

Rye whiskey and Marlboro reds.
Part of a balanced breakfast I guess.
Aiming for another rebirth.
Today I’m gonna be on good behavior.
It’s just I’m easily tempted.
Call me a fan of the unexpected,
the unexpected.

Eggs and coffee. Jam and toast.
Part of a balanced breakfast I’m told.
Woke up dreaming, woke up hungry,
woke up thinking about the days I was younger.
Looking out my kitchen window.
Waiting ’round for lightning in a bottle,
lightning in a bottle.

Second guesses and recollections.
Part of a balanced breakfast again.
I’m an early bird,
but I’m slowing down, harder to catch a worm.
Lost my shirt, not gonna find it.
If life ain’t hard, well you ain’t trying,
well, you ain’t trying.

Blind faith and a rubber soul.
Part of a balanced breakfast, you know.
One with last.
One with the ashes.
One with the next.
One with less.
One-with-ness.
All a part of
a balanced breakfast.

(3/22, 3/27, & 4/2/2018 – Lake Merritt and Adams Point, Oakland, California)

Get Used To It

Well, well, well-come
to another non-fictional
American morning, 2018.
Ready, fire, aim…
Get used to it.

Loose cannons, loose lips.
Ladies & gentlemen:
Get used to it.

“I can see it very well…
Take my word
he’s a madman
don’t you know?”

It’s all part of the plan,
I swear.
Get used to it.
We’ll take it from here.

Keep your TV on
with the sound off.
Get used to it.

Who’s a role model anyhow?
My way or none at all.
Keep ’em guessing, yeah we’ll throw ’em off.
Maybe we’ll think about it over a round of golf.

Stay seated
where you are.
We’ll keep you entertained
another hour.
Your role in this is critical.
Another day,
another curtain call.
Get used to it.

(3/11/2019 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)