1900 poems…

and cant pay the rent…lost my benefits,lost my house,cant retire,now or ever…cotton mills, furniture factories,truck driving, house building…cant afford to fill up with gas.run down trailer,better grow your own food.dont get sick,cant go to the doctor.they’re bashing unions,cutting unemployment off.cant send your kid to school,cant afford to be buried…those people in Washington,and those on the…

not Baptist, not Jewish, not Catholic,not Muslim, not Buddhist…not male, not female,not vindictive, not judgemental…not the god of wars,of poverty, of greed, of invasion.god is not selfish,not arrogant, not boastful…god is not what you fear,god simply ‘is’…dialogue, bridge, match…the echo of your soul,calling you to yourself!

in our case,the revelationof what we’ve doneto ourselves!we hold the keys,the map, and the gun…no need to blameany higher power,or fate….the keys, the map,and the gun….held by handsthat are human!

and let’s go walking thruthe streets and alleys of America….let’s walk past the empty houseswith foreclosure signs in the yard…past the vacant factory buildingswhere the homeless break inat night and sleep…past the lily white churchesand the dead zone schools…past the county jails and the courthousesand the rooms where lawyersbuy and sell justice…past the housing projectswhere…

from scrapsof living.rainswept,the earth,a lover satisfied!shadows of the wheel,turn slow as the sun.tiny deaths,the spider’s web,glints in the light.the last barkof the mongrel dog,cups and plates stackedin the drainer to dry.forever, the book fallsto the floor.love tastes like rust,rust and burnt coffee!

held the earthin his hands…until time and stormfinally had their way.the man standingin the shadows,plowed and planted,season after season,till winter greyclosed the last door.the man standingin the shadows,built a houseand a bridge…and swept room and porchtill it was finished.the man standingin the shadows,picked up nests of straw,and opened tiny cages,blowing light from cupped handstill the…