Grower’s Market this morning full of hippies
Tasted all the goat cheeses and mushrooms
Then there was this magnormous multicolored
trippy rose bush with blooms from over the rainbow
Yes people it had trails coming out and pure excitement
Indelibly uncool from that moment in Amsterdam
wearing a red white and blue tank top in the seventies
Always too early to the fashionably late party of artists
She asks my scientific story, which is mystical to me
but a Peta confessional to the barefoot poeta, I squirmed
To begin our Earth Day rituals, she handed me the box of matches
So I knelt on the plywood floor, igniting the flower bowl with shadow
rabbits of our imaginations, mother Earth greetings beyond Hallmark
Today when you talk to a person and hope for some compassion,
try looking through their spectacles on a world view, think tolerance.
If their “program” has so thoroughly brain washed them, you’ll get the spiel.
Nod and move on because that is all they can give. You can’t buy bread at a
Hardware store! Use your keen sense of smell and whiff out that warm bakery.
Recovery they say is after they reach their bottom
Down there so deep, some moment of clarity occurs
In the sludge of a delusional mind I argue there is no
light that can shine on the wrong direction, no surfacing
Yesterday at the disabled persons employment agency
the bubbly woman said, “Come on Smile” and her face
muscles under so much pressure to look good, just floated
How on Earth a militant atheist poet
becomes a Holocaust denying White christian
deserves at least a contemplative thought or two
When you are shunned by your University and
your old friends think too much time alone has
made you join the Prayer Tent crowd, well the
empty seat in your life makes for lots of narcissistic
video production with beveled mirrors and many hats.
Caught on her cell phone around their campfire
This guy sells green chili in Portland and came to
talk to the growers in the southern part of the state
Now cowboy poetry is a very strong brew,
stir in the kisses with a long cactus spine.
Roll down those White Sand dunes then
bring my baby home for a walk with the Iris
The 90 year old red neck man sitting next to me,
just related all the stories from the evening news
to his black friend that has trouble speaking after
a stroke: big mouth Hillary, asleep in cargo section
a Tornado in Eugene, I told her as we knelt to tease
the Carps into nibbling at our fingers, and she said
all my roommates in my house are in Love with each other.
What is love but supporting and hearing the other?
I suppose I will Love you forever just because you
are so damn funny. I told her to Please tell her father
she has a skill to do hand done tattoos,( without college)
She said Why? The daily news is just so damn funny.