We're all on a road to somewhere.
Looking for hidden treasure
in the doing of serious leisure
at the most exotic Coco Mojo bar
As that coral sea
just keeps glistening
in the tropical sun
I’m ordering yet another
mango mojito
whilst listening to Mojo JuJu
singing that native tongue
“It is something to be deep
in the snow in Winter,
to be deep in the yellow leaves
in Autumn, to be deep
in the ripe wheat in Summer,
to be deep in the grass in Spring.”
~ Vincent van Gogh
In the shallows
just below
the translucent skin
of Spring
an opal blue explosion
awaiting
the grand thaw of awe
to begin
The riverbank
in springtime
A chestnut tree
in blossom
dances along
the sparkling spectrum
Under a sky rent by light
on a starry starry night
Is seeing too much
beyond your place in time
ever
and always
the crime?
Riding the bounds
Sailing high in creation
Things that astound
on the wing
in the deep
and under the ground
Yet consciousness
hard up against the glass
of this broken existence
Confiscated by the State
as a piece of degenerate art
then sold as a slave
to the black market of fate
I made the big break
for the heights of Montmartre
A spirited defence
yet only token the resistance
at the cutting edge
of forsaken circumstance
Continue reading “Sailing High in Creation”
For those missing in reaction
In the darkest of jungles
I’ve hunted & collected
black market creatures
spawned from the crooked deals
of the well healed and concealed
criminal classes
Riding high with Pablo & Carlos
in an altered cosmos
where the likes of Escobar
is a some kind of Super Star
The driving heat
off Wall Street
that insatiable lust for money
that wets more than just
your appetite … honey!
With pretty maids for hire
all in a row
As the blow that flows
up your nose
from down below
The Love Memorandum
Still breathing
Living still
From oceans deep
an immortal spill
The waters testing
in the fullness of time
What’s in your heart?
Who’s on your mind?
Having received
the Love Memorandum
from Planet Freedom
Regarding that love
that doesn’t change
with the wildest of weather
and through all that’s strange
Of love forged
in the fires of forever
A love that never fails
like the latter rains
of a summer harvest
Love that gives meaning
and substance
to this existence
Roaming the endless
fields of poppies flowering
in a land of milk and honey
forever flowing
gracefully she comes
to find me mandala dreaming
under a Tuscan sun
