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)

Never Undone

The wind died down, but you weren’t around to hear it.
You know the sound just the same.

The sun dropped down below the western horizon.
Like it does every day, but you didn’t call my name.

With you out east, I wasn’t all there.
Not all here now, not at all.
For what’s a coast with no ocean?
What’s grass with no ground?
Yet what’s sight without blindness?
What is silence without sound?

Rooster crowed up here atop the mountain.
Woke me at dawn but no one else.

Red-eyed & bleary, I come up with a theory
how diporias nestle and meld.

Past-Present-Future,
Old & Modern, Once.
Far away & closer still
two never undone.

Past-Present-Future,
Old & Modern, Once.
Far away & closer still
two never undone.

With you out east, I wasn’t all there.
Not all here now, not at all.
For what’s a coast with no ocean?
What’s grass with no ground?
Yet what’s sight without blindness?
What is silence without sound?

What’s a coast with no ocean?
What’s grass with no ground?
What’s sight without blindness?
What is silence without sound?

(6/27 & 6/29 – Adams Point, Oakland, California & Camp Panorama, Quincy, California)

Eucalyptus

Eucalyptus,
my hypnotist.

Daylight dimming,
hidden fires.
In the branches,
ghost moss mire.

Nocturnal
melody.
Bats & ravens
sing for me.

Eucalyptus,
my hypnotist.

What’s the number?
Out of town.
Hands move backward.
In the shade of doubt.

Black & white
spiral swirls.
From the treetop
Earth it turns.

Out of place & inside time.
Out of the way & into the blind-eyed
spiderweb of paradigms.
Eucalyptus, hold on tight.

Seize the moment.
Leave the ground.
Climb the sky.
Look on down.

Eucalyptus,
my hypnotist.

Eucalyptus,
my hypnotist.

Look on down.
Look on down.
Climb the sky.
Look on down.

(5/17 & 5/20/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)

To the Country

Soon enough, we’re moving up (to the country).
Soon enough, we’re moving up (in a while).
Soon enough, we’re moving up (to the country).
We’re moving up, you’ll see, you’ll see.

How about an honest living?
Been time to leave this city job.
Work out there it pays real different.
We gotta move up to the country, my love.
We gotta move up to the country, my love.

Soon enough, we’re moving up (to the country).
Soon enough, we’re moving up (in a while).
Soon enough, we’re moving up (to the country).
We’re moving up, you’ll see, you’ll see.

So long bright lights. Goodbye big show.
Sayonara keeping up.
One or two stones left unturned.
We gotta move up to the country, my love.
We gotta move up to the country, my love.

Soon enough, we’re moving up (to the country).
Soon enough, we’re moving up (in a while).
Soon enough, we’re moving up (to the country).
We’re moving up, you’ll see, you’ll see.

My eyes are getting used to the light.
The days get longer, cresting waves.
Dusk holding on like honey.
We gotta move up to the country, my love.
We gotta move up to the country, my love.

Dusk holding on like honey.
Up in the country, what do you see?

(4/23/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)