The Tundra Blues (Boreas)

Boreas,
God, have mercy on my soul.
Boreas,
God, have mercy on my sould.
Take me from this tundra,
it’s turning my heart dark and cold.

Outside my door’s a blizzard,
inside my mind’s a storm.
Outside my door’s a blizzard,
inside my mind’s a storm.
Haven’t left the house for weeks,
can’t take this frozen life no more.

Winter days they turn to weeks,
then months, then steal the years.
Winter days they turn to weeks,
then months, then steal the years.
Hardly remember what my limbs feel like,
Boreas get me out of here.

Boreas,
God, have mercy on my soul.
Boreas,
God, have mercy on my sould.
Take me from this tundra,
it’s turning my heart dark and cold.

Fields are white and windswept,
crops and creatures blue and black.
Fields are white and windswept,
crops and creatures blue and black.
Grab your sled and shovel,
head south while you can.

Lightning sparks the sky,
snow thunder rumbles down.
Lightning sparks the sky,
snow thunder rumbles down.
Boreas, is that you?
Deliver me to somewhere warm.

Boreas,
God, have mercy on my soul.
Boreas,
God, have mercy on my sould.
Take me from this tundra,
it’s turning my heart dark and cold.

(3/1/2019: Colectivo Coffee, Madison, Wisconsin)

The Gita

The purpose of life on Earth,
the nature of God Supreme,
the form of Infinity,
the story of You and Me:

Everlasting and at once
One with the One,
One with the One.

Second to none
One with the One,
One with the One.

Let me become
One with the One,
One with the One.

(2/27/2019: Irish Acres, Mount Horeb, Wisconsin)

Get In, Then Fit In

Real chip off the old block. (Get in, then fit in)
Freeze: this is a stick up. (Get in, then fit in)
Welcome back to the nuthouse. (Get in, then fit in)
Grab a uniform and a dose of doubt. (Get in, then fit in)

Twice over to the third degree.
Go forth, plead the fifth if it pleases.
Conceal & carry couple selves around.
Medicate, medicate, and make friends with Jesus.
Oh yeah and did I mention?:
Get in, then fit in.

Why make up your mind when we can make it for you? (Get in, then fit in)
It’s a mighty fine service: do as we say we do. (Get in, then fit in)
Follow closely, take your foot off the brake. (Get in, then fit in)
This is how it’s done, just watch the tape. (Get in, then fit in)

Twice over to the third degree.
Go forth, plead the fifth if it pleases.
Conceal & carry couple selves around.
Medicate, medicate, and make friends with Jesus.
Oh yeah and did I mention?:
Get in, then fit in.

Naturally unnatural habitat.
That’s that. Adapt.

Bad luck? Chin up.
Then get in, then fit in.
First get in, then fit in.

(12/4/2018 & 2/11/2019: Irish Acres, Mount Horeb, Wisconsin)

DISCLAIMER

“The future’s just a colorful fake.
Who dealt?…Yeah, I call spades.”

“The look-inside-my-jacket type:
hammy smile, handshake that gives the guise away…”

“The ‘help-me-out-with-this-clue:
four down, starts with ‘f’, ends in ‘u” type?”

“You know the type.”

“That’s just the fire alarm.
Don’t pay it any bother…”

“…or is that part of the music?”

DISCLAIMER:
The views expressed in this poem
do not reflect the views of the poem’s poets
at all times.

“Is that a part of the music?”

(2/20/2019: Irish Acres, Mount Horeb, Wisconsin)

Never Freeze /\

Leaves glide across the ice, dance by,
as you looked me in the eye and smiled.

Howling wind, arctic chill roll down the ridge.
Snowing after midnight, purple-silver twilight.

Twenty below, dropping slow but sure enough
this night and us ain’t for the faint of heart.

Stick it out with me.
It’s cold now but we’ll warm up quick, you’ll see.
You with your rosy cheeks are all I need tonight.

Can’t feel my toes, numb my fingers.
But our love is the kind that lingers.

On & on & on & on & ever after.
Rung by rung by rung by rung up Jacob’s ladder.

Higher, higher now – but don’t look down.
Hold my hand, look up: the stars are out.

Stick it out with me.
It’s cold now but we’ll warm up quick, you’ll see.
You with your rosy cheeks are all I need tonight.

Keeping each other company
by the fire, passing winter time and a bottle
so late it’s early, then it dawned on me:
our love’s a little like whiskey,
it’ll never freeze.

Two people sticking it out.
That’s an art.
That’s an effort.
The ‘ol self/\nonself.

(1/29/2019: Kingfield, Minneapolis, Minnesota)