From rooftops
and airplanes
Looking down
upon cities
&
towns
of America
Upon its HWYS
and majestic
rivers
like mighty
veins
of a
certain
type
of a
strong
man
like
Woody Guthrie
who traveled
this glorious
land.
Looking for justice
in a song about
you.
Where have
all the Chiefs
gone?
What of the
Mud People?
The people
of the
Turtle?
Who is now
guiding us
by the stars
above?
Pure visions
and drug
induced
dreams
to protect
us from
evil?
We've
shrink
wrapped
our
culture
where there
once was
meaningful
ritual.
Where
song was
once praised
and obtained
by dreams
and trances,
we now have
shrink wrapped
CDs
like single
shrink wrapped
slices of
Velveeta cheese.
Please tell
me
where is
your
hero?
Where is
your bow
and arrows?
Do you have dreams
to interpret?
Have you
kissed
a serpent?
Let one
crawl all
over you?
Naked
and on
a bed
of a girl
you just
met?
What have
you done
to earn
your
songs?
Have you
left any
good
footprints
in the
sand?
Have you
died
with
the dead
under the
sun?
4:30 a.m.
December 20, 2006
Best of the Seasons' Roses,
Giovanni French
mystrawhat.com
(Dedicated to
James Douglas Morrison
1943 - 1971)
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