Hats

Here we all are

In spinning space 

If we just stop a moment and

Reflect

     A moment -

We can then reach 

Some sense of connection 

With

That bit of contact

Is precious 

And well worth giving up 

A bit of rushing about -

     For it 

We haven't got 

That much longer to find 

This joyfulness - 

Within 

Secret is -

It belongs to us 

As our right 

     - Bought by 

Being here 

They may tell you 

It isn't yours 

And belongs to someone 

     Else 

(They most surely will) 

They will make rules and schools 

 - And add robes 

     And hats 

Have you noticed that

It's always hats -

Hats for this 

And hats for that -

It seems they fight wars 

About 

Who wears which hat

Or cap, or scarf -

Just so

Who can wear what 

And when 

Upon their head

Or cut their hair or not 

Or beard or 

Lamb chops 

Sideburns

Or not

Why is it anybody's business 

But ours ?

I wonder 

This spinning ball 

We rest upon 

Will probably not be disturbed

By headwear

This corner of the galaxy may 

Get along quite nicely 

Without 

Knowing about 

The headgear perched upon

The puny 

Human

God bless us

God Bless Us Everyone

Sitting here 

Waiting for blood 

To be drawn 

I've been dizzy for 

     A week -

Dizzy broad !

Feeling very sorry 

For myself -

When -

In the waiting room 

The conversation begins 

With a gent 

Who's been diagnosed 

With 

Cancer !

Oh good God -

The question comes -

Why do you do this 

To us ?

- An all powerful God 

Could just as easily 

Mandate! 

No Suffering, No Pain -

And 

Enough stuff 

For all 

Of us -

Simple 

When u 

Sit on clouds 

All day,

Wave one finger

And galaxies spring 

Into being 

It is a lesson in letting 

Go -

Some say 

-this could just as easily 

     Have

     been mandated by 

     the flick of the cosmic 

Fingernail-

Are we beneath 

Notice ?

God's own son 

Had to suffer 

So !

(Little birds and lilies 

Of the field 

Have every hair 

Numbered!)

(And they toil not -

Neither do they reap!)

I give up 

I don't know 

And yet still 

Here we sit

Still -

On the horns 

Of the dilemma 

Maybe that's why the ancients 

Worshiped Bulls -

Two good horns 

To sit upon -

I doubt it helped much 

But probably better than 

Believing in absolutely 

Nothing -

At all 

One thin dime

One Thin Dime

And "they" say there's 

No inflation 

WHY then 

Am I sitting here 

With just a few 

     Small grocery bags 

Filled with 

Nothing frivolous -

For so much money ?!!

This much money 

Used to 

PAY THE RENT !!

the whole rent !

With utilities 

     Included !

One block from the 

Beach 

In 

Long Beach -

But there's no 

     Inflation 

So,

"LET EM EAT CAKE" !!

I bought some flour -

I'm Going to make 

Some bread -

That will teach 'em !

But the oven's broken -

Has been these 

     Many years 

If I buy a new stove 

That's a $500 loaf 

     Of bread 🙁 !!

"Can't win for Losin'"

As my daddy used to say -

He also said 

"A day late and a dollar short" 

And 

"Once in a blue moon" 

And 

"A month of Sunday's" 

But then, 

He lived through the

Great Depression 

And WW2

So 

He must have known 

Something 

He said he started workin' 

When he was twelve

And an afternoon 

At the silent pictures cost

Ten cents

But that dime was made of 

Silver -

What was up 

     With that?

Purple Flame

The Writing Truck

The writing truck -

It may not be much

Parked beside the roadside 

     Such-

But I have my 

Coffee and 

My cookie and 

A notebook and a phone

     Such -

Writing tools are

     These 

Someday I dream 

To have a modern 

Motor home

Or at least some kind of 

Van 

In which to stand 

And move about

     And even 

Stretch out -

For a little nap 

Here 

     By the sea

But for now it

Will have to do -

At least the view 

Is something 

To write

About

The ocean gives us 

     Pause

          Wild and deep

If it had a tsunami here

     And now

I would be gone 

This life-song 

     Done

In a cataclysm of 

     Fishes