little one...
little one
as she crawls
turtle scoot
aimlessly
along the floor
as we
all
in this state
of new born
black cat
sits sphinx
upon
my chest
a weight
of responsibility
to insure
we all
eat
a simple
daily
that is the efforts
of a simple
life
and living
more dailies
to bring
purpose
and pleasure
a small
group
harmless
and benign
quiet
amongst the fields
and forests
hills
leading
to the great
peaks
of the Sierras
AU country
in the days
of Twain
now
old folks
tweekers
small town
corruption
keeping afloat
a dying breed
a sleepy hollow
in the end
of Empire's
downfall
a slow
agonizing curve
of learning
the great state
of liberal
intellectual communism
a social justice
as was
lynching runaways
in a time
long gone
past
as history
so distorted
hijacked
hidden
in the lies
of greed
and power
so I digress
as the white sun
has replaced
the yellow one
so I am told
for I do not
remember
I do remember
JFK
and that never
rang true
fifty years
of sealed
secrets
even at eleven
that made
no fucking sense
the decades past
and still
no disclosure
WTF
I say
what the fuck
so as the storm
of lies
hangs
overhead
in the criss-cross
painted
against the blue
for I am
just as a collective
sharing
as a murder
of crows
or the congress
of wild turkeys
simply
a "trailer"of
parked in the wild
assorted critters together
an old
white man
crippled by time
in the wisdom
of
a little one
as she crawls
turtle scoot
aimlessly