First Time, Long Time

You were certain, “Nothing is certain.”,
(tethered-to, tethered two)
until that grey whale washed up ashore.
(out of the blue, out of the blue)

Moon exploded so the tide stayed high.
(for days & nights, for days & nights)
We stopped waiting for the return.
(Do you remember? Remember?)

Was it for the first time?
Or was it just a long time
since the last?

Ocean reached the banyan trees.
That’s when we started climbing.
Branch by branch,
limb by limb, near blindly.

Wind picked up and brought rain.
Got to the top, looked down the coast.
You & I saw the same:
Sands aglow in the distance
Some heaven arising thru the
indigo-midnight sky. Indigo-midnight sky.

Was it for the first time?
Or was it just a long time
since the last?

Did I misremember?
Or did I imagine?
Did it seem familiar to you?
No, wasn’t quite the same.

Was this in that dream of yours back when?
I feel like you told me about this.
They’ll read all about it someday
We seem to foresee things one day late.
One day late.
One day late.

First time?
Long time?

First time,
long time.

First time?
Long time.

First time.
Long time.

(9/24/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)

Of, By & For the Long Haul

Of, by & for the mind
that finds the comic, common ground
and wades in the deep end.

Of, by & for a time
offline, the age of error and trial.
The jury’s still out.

Of, by & for the long haul.
Of, by & for the long haul.

Of, by & for a town
that scrapes its knees once in a while,
goes inside out, -side & off.

Of, by & for the country
slow and steady go the valleys and the hills
the golden traces, the unmarked trails.

Of, by & for the long haul.
Of, by & for the long haul.

Of, by & for the quiet
Sundays when the wind chimes fly
Empty’s okay. Empty’s okay.

Of, by & for the evening
fire puts the day to rest and under
starry night we settle in.

Of, by & for the long haul.
Of, by & for the long haul.

Of, by & for a few
whose multitudes make you-know-who.
It all builds and gets better
when we’re together.

Of, by & for the long haul.
Of, by & for the long haul.
Caravaning through it all.
Of, by & for the long haul.

(9/9/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)

Pineless Paean

Fell in love with used-to-be?
Head over heels for the fancy free?
Pedestal up on high
meanwhile thine days go by?

Part was key. Part was dream.
Part returns. Part unseen.
Part can ease. Part can bind.
Pine don’t please. Please don’t pine.

Fell in love with my memory.
Band sounded better in ’93.
But grew a legend in between –
slower now, that mirage speed.

Part was key. Part was dream.
Part returns. Part unseen.
Part can ease. Part can bind.
Pine don’t please. Please don’t pine.

Realm of no-limit space is the place
where yesterday and tomorrow stay
out of the way, yet still in sight
with today’s world’s the stage….and lights!

….and lights!
….and lights!
….and lights!

Look around. Let it last.
Let it come. Let it pass.

Take no photographs.
Give what you’ve got left.

Part was key. Part was dream.
Part returns. Part unseen.
Part can ease. Part can bind.
Pine don’t please. Please don’t pine.

(8/26/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)

By and By

At the old Coliseum on Friday, twilight –
section 305 all to my self, down-the-line.

Of course I brought a radio & ear piece along:
Baseball is best enjoyed on AM/FM waves, described by stoic & seasoned grandfathers
through occasional static and meditative pauses for the crowd’s live idle speculation.
Seagulls sail on a string above home
through the cool, broad Bay breeze
on a sweeping crisp eve out here in the East.

Did I mention we’re playing the Baltimore Orioles?

There’s a casual drums, bells & whistles corps
driving & chiming in green & gold,
accenting the eloquent, aimless events
on the diamond.

Jimenez’s got 10 strikeouts through 4,
but, “Yeah, baby!” (Austin Powers’ voice on PA)
as the A’s Rajai Davis steals second base.

Time and a couple of innings go by,
I grab a salty dog and a fry.

It’s appears to still be four runs to three.
We’re bunting’s my impressional gist, generally –
but back goes the mind to the slow waking dreams.

Once again and still the only one
in my outfield-upper deck-nosebleed section
where the shells of the peanuts are sparse but the stalest,
and a ground rule double ties it up for the home team.

I stayed, for a time,
in those far away seats
on that still August night,
by and by and by and by,
swinging in the moonlight,
by and by.

I believe we won 5-4.

(8/11/2017 – Oakland-Alameda County Coliseum, East Oakland, California)

Celebrity troubles & Robot blood

(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)