Birds are singing
From trees and rooftops
Over pavement
Under the din
Of morning traffic.
Month: March 2018
It’s the Future Man
Man,
Oh man,
people say to me,
Well I’m a Jesus man,
others say yeah
I’m a Buddha man,
people walkin’ down the street
say I’m for Mohammed
Man
Oh man
Man
Oh man
The other day someone says to me,
Hey,
I’m an Ai man,
Technology is the future
Man.
Well, well, well, well
I’m the man,
I’m the future man
I’m the future man
I’m the future man
It seems to me we’re all lookin’
for a future that’s incomplete.
We’re better off
walkin’ through
parking lots.
Oh man,
Hey man,
Oh man,
Hey man,
The other day some junkie
says to me,
I believe in human rights
I believe in
safe consumption sites.
Why are you always
hasslin’ me
tryin’ to take me
off the streets.
I don’ wanna
I don’ wanna
I don’ wanna
I’m the future man,
Hey
I’m the future man,
I’m the future man.
We’re just waitin’ out our days
for something better
to take us away
We’re just whiling away
the hours lookin’
at the issues.
What’s the real issue?
We all want something
to believe in
something to take away the pain
walkin’ through parking lots.
Hey
I’m the future man.
Walking the Dog episode #03
Tonight I walked the dog,
we strolled
the entire way home
at a glorious amble.
I brought my
marijuana pipe
just in case it had answers.
It turns out,
I am the whisper of the pines
As he walked;
intent, head up.
No distractions.
Unable to be
anything other than.
I was so jealous of him.
The Path
At times its clear where the path is,
and other times where the path is not.
That’s OK though,
as long as its clear.
Picture: “Rainy Day” by Dan Flosi,
Forcing Change
Sometimes I’m able
to just receive
what life has to offer
without commenting
or forcing change.
Then, other times,
I have to grab
one of my kids,
carry their ass
upstairs,
set them on the pot
then fight them to
get on pajamas.
A Myth to Myself
I saw so many pictures of Jesus this week
Hanging on walls,
Sitting on mantels.
Like he’s off matriculating,
Or proselytizing in some shithole.
I thought,
It’s like they all have the same forgotten son.
What about technology,
The future of Ai,
Technology is going to save us, I said
But they just gave me a funny look.
Technology requires faith too, I said
Because I knew that they thought faith
put them on some kind of pedestal.
Well where do we all go from here?
With a face and a name
Yet it all seems so unclear.
In search of a self
Secure in our selves
We just want to identify
Building walls
Thinking
Maybe this is my ground
Maybe this is my ground
Maybe this is my ground
We are the shattered,
Nameless faces.
