(co-written with Elder Wombat)
Celebrity troubles & Robot blood
Late night rambling as you walk down the path;
Confetti debris from the parade last week..
Illusions humbled themselves in the belly of our hero.
Familiar melons, twists & turns, then the tunnel;
The light came on, I was bracing and embracing.
The steam whistle and crooked smokestack of the old locomotive coming down the tracks
spoke to me in a voice at once familiar and odd,
convinced me to step aside and save my life.
I turned, walked up the hill, and air smelled cool and bright..
as dark engines below rolled on & passed me by.
In eves when the story shifted and a song sprouted like soft grass underfoot
I strummed the chords struck once that long lost dawn,
Skeletons, in harmony, sing “Move along”.
(6/16-7/18/2017 – North Road, Blue Mounds, Wisconsin & Adams Point, Oakland, California)