Harpers Ferry, West Virginia

 

Jefferson Rock, located in Harper's Ferry, West Virginia.  Where we went hiking ten years ago.  Lots of historical significance.  

Stream Of Consciousness

 

Buddy

 Days are long, disturbing

roads are wet they slip

red lights, cameras

slow him down

he clicks a music fix.

Tickets are expensive

the airport's far away

a passing sign is missing

red neon letter A.

While the engine rattles

fumes float up his way

he notices his sticker

expired yesterday.

Pride And Prejudice

 

Blame the afternoon for this

sleep is on his mind

eyes have weights upon them

 seduced the rest

reclined.

Aged finds retirement in bed without a phone

no appointments new underwear 

fits right

no where to go. 

Maybe a cashmere blanket 

not really needed but

you never know after a doze

a tiny shiver

Beth?

Just a solid hour of rest

his body calls a truce.

Just a giant nap on springs ruined long ago

bedspread losing threads as well where scent

of one was known.

As the Bible says it was and shall be ever more

a nap is just a way to miss and slowly

travel home.

Slowly then awakening ten minutes just to walk

make it to the kitchen shelf

and the coffee pot

sit down in his favorite chair

as the light grows dim

dial his favorite movie

new plan for sleep therein

walking slowly in the dark

he sees

Elizabeth! 

Come in!  

Next Stop:  Paint Brushes

Break On Through

He's not an ai kind of guy

can't teach old men too much
born before transistors
smoked cigarettes for lunch.

Dated before birth control
drafted when eighteen
answers in the library
get twenty years for weed.

Pledge Allegiance in the class
made to pray each day
ladies treated second class
MLK in his grave.

Redskin football in DC
Hitler hiding somewhere
baseball not for everyone
white churches fed despair.

Everybody happy?
Oh, I think not bro
assembly lines so ready
slave ship built cars
 
just row.

Thankful for Marsh Chapel
Tim Leary and his crew
Woodstock and great music
poems with YouTube.

Vibes that rise and freedom
Doors along the way
navigating decades
opening here. 

Let's pray.

The Eastern Shore

Let me share a dream this eve
these words surround a sound,
a bay, perhaps was Chesapeake?
necklaced bejeweled towns.
All about were sailboats
couples strolled around
after cuisine masters
grilled dinners fresh fish found.
Perfect little villages
finding friends each day
dancing after a great meal
children watched
bands played.
In the evening harbor lights
celebrated days
while the sun splashed down again
and starlight showed the way.
In this dream the people
worked to build their towns,
as if they lived in Switzerland
protected by a sound.
Object of their country
to make more ladies, lords.
And every week at least one time
to visit, dine outdoors.
This wasn't much to ask, was it
I mumbled in my sleep
a country where we're not attacked
by ourselves at least six times per week?
Perhaps we can be friends again
and sleep late in the morn.
I could be the president
now back to work and snores.

Hiking and Halloween

 

Rocks roll down the mountain

catch him unawares,

although he knows about them

the signs are everywhere.

He stands a little closer

than the ledge allows,

needs a sturdy railing

but there's none around.

A bear is sitting in a tree

he stops to say hello,

takes a pic, waves a stick

calls him "Buddy" -goes.