Red
carpet swingers up all night
Upright
bass & high hat layin’ it down
There
is parading in every state
There
are Pow-Wows in the prairies
And,
how about that Brimstone Park?
“Once
more that boy is hot!”
He
lives underwater with a snake –
Visits
the Vinyl Shop on S. 18th Street
Summer
days agree with him –
He
looks healthier and better suited
On
the corner of 16th and 17th
There’s
a store w/old lunch boxes
A
tribute to schoolchildren & blue collars
I
heard Bob Zillar was gonna buy’em all and
Use
his torch to transform them into a Teepee
Where
we can all dream with sweet grass
Maybe
this trip’s too long….
She’s
already sun burnt and it’s only May
Her
freckles are showing - highlights are red
Pass
all the coffeehouses and bagel shops –
Keep
walkin’ to you get that far bye the café`
There
are trees in-between all of the corners
“Allot
of green space here, huh?”
Mapped
out that way by ancient visitors
-
came from mud and stars
-
communicate w/out talkin’
-
don’t even know if they had eyes
And
in a labyrinth of streams and rivers
We’ve
navigated ourselves to towns & cities
“We
have to stick together now!”….
In
fear of being labeled and killed
We
rise in lazy glory over the new economy
In
a field of Zeros and Ones -
We’re
whipped by the project overseer
We
struggle to lead in a reality we know
-
A code within a code of logic….