and the sun followed after

A song heard near Buffalo
And the green grass returning,
A piece of pecan pie untouched,
Sitting in a south Austin diner,
Mowing lawns at a meth house
And spooking kids in Oklahoma,
Copping drugs and whiskey shots,
In the city of my Brother,
My heart I left in San Francisco
And the sun followed after.

holy eyed

Love like empty
Solemn street corners,
Where the entire
World's heart pulses
And the dream
Is condensed
And the past
Buried deep enough
For the soil
Of these new days
To fertilize,
Love like the
Shutter speed
Of your
Holy eyed imagination,
A love like ours.

Like this

The rich are hanging over head
By expensive ties
As I listen to
Silver Apples
Riding the subway
Through rat America,
Rocked quietly
In the head-phoned
Inner-space
Of Springtime,
In the midst
Of odorsome
Up-skirt
New York.

Everyday a
History of
Slow burned
Eternity
Writing itself,
A forever-time
Of lived in
Expanses.

There is nothing like this.

you-ess-ay

Forests like theme parks
And yellow buses,
Full of children
Passing by.

Truckies eyes glazed on
Always road,
In the down-ramp
Off-ramp,
Concrete imagination
Of the country.

Flags like turned backs
On a negligible history,
Waving on,
As if believing
You're right,
Actually
Makes you right.

The world is on sale,
Under the star spangled hammer.