I’m trying to listen to your body Trying to feel my way to your heart I’m looking to recover my innocence That which I lost from the start
I’m decidedly envious of your hands For they always remain with you Forever within reach of your flesh When I must bow & bid thee adieu
I’m continuously jealous of your locket & the home it has been given to rest The natural glories akin to Heaven God alone could bestow such a treasured chest
Running headlong into the woods
With your meaningless tropes
Escaping any notion of your gaze
Slipping confinement & your stubborn hope
Never wished to be dubbed “wild”
At least not in your repetitive sense
Feeling numb to your expectations
Not remaining to hear your bland defense
Each step leads me further on my trek
Compounding the rules I unwittingly defied
Down the trail & away from your excuses
I didn’t listen, but I’m sure it’s all justified
Listening to Wollstonecraft on the radio “Don’t turn that dial!”, that’s what the DJ said Not tied to any system; I’m still analog I’m dangerous; so the advertisers pled
Hereditary responsibility to the common good Therefore I don’t believe what I’ve been taught I see y’all got opinions, from your suburban thrones & these school systems regurgitating corporate rot
Criminal malpractice leaves us with poor examples But we’ve seen far worse on both sides of the aisle Bribing the lowest common denominator for votes Rewrite history, but perhaps that’s not in your files
I’ve been cast off, labeled a subversive heretic But I’m easy – so I’m doing my best to unlearn To unwind these falsehoods they tried to entrench The slow burn; time to take candor for a turn
Rash choices based upon juvenile aesthetics The understanding that we all might partake Though one must know speaking the truth too loud Turns into testimony & they might burn us all at the stake
A dancing, twirling girl Caught up in the bedglow Free from the concerns A proper lady to surely know Chamber chorus versus Jazz She couldn’t guess where I’d be That’s what kept us apart Improvisational styles she couldn’t see Cocktails in the early afternoon She liked her whiskey neat A traditional, proper beauty But couldn’t meet when it came to the sheets Striking poses within silhouettes Admittedly swooning from my words A wry smile & another sip We sit naked, listening to ‘Trane & Bird
I love what’s feminine for its own beautiful sake
Walking out into Mother Nature & breathing in Earth
I’m collecting thoughts & addicted to smiling
A deliberate course to truly live ever since my birth
Feeling the distinct notion of life’s pulse
To emerge from here unbroken & mostly unscathed
To seek out joy & embrace hope where it lives
A stroll in pure sunshine; to be regeneratively bathed
No longer shall I listen to competing voices
I’m going to soak up compassion until I’m through
Outside of the distractions, I’ll grow softer
Finding contentment admits love’s eternal residue
What do I do with my words
How do I contain when they start to leak
Like the Little Dutch Boy
Who’s listening when I start to speak
But I can’t worry about the audience
I’ve got to keep playing my own tune
The steady groover with the proper notes
When it comes to our hearts, no one is immune
Overcast Navy sailing away
Pull up your trousers (black silk)
Your stay here has been cut short
Prominent sundresses & of that ilk
Humid weather slowing me down
Manicured hands releasing winds to blow
Settle into your newly structured mind
We never asked you to row so slow
Not listening to rumors on the deckplates
There’s a truth down there you can’t feel
Displacement registered in the silence
Absolutism shook along the keel
I still know you in spite of your success
For I knew you when you were poor
Beauty does not replace kindness
It merely opens up another door
Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knob The frequencies distorted on the airwaves Kings of the new world & thus apocalyptic Searching for something more pragmatic to crave
These technocrats with no concept of reality Tasking – without offering an alternate fate Demanding citizens for homages to be digital With no power to control – or else we attenuate
Words of peace have the chance to amplify Even when we’re feeling out of time/out of sync Don’t need their fiber optic lies to survive A blind man loses all when forced to blink
Tapping into a passion without any circuits Our transistors are live; we’re lovers thus discrete There’s no stopping us when their signal’s weak There’s nothing but fire & sparks when our wires meet
This life is forever altered now we’re here Do not attempt to adjust the squelch You’re listening to Radio Free America Standing proud & robust like Raquel Welch
I want to know the secrets The ones you have buried deep within I want you to whisper your love Kiss me so long they’ll think it’s a sin
Running away from sunsets & goodbyes Feeling the lead of stained windowpanes These houses don’t hold strained memories Washed away in the softening of Winter’s rain
I’m freely exposed in these dimmer days Wrap me with the sound of rigorous hymns I listen, but don’t fathom your parlance I can’t keep up with your acronyms
It’s a special moment
When I can hold you near
Taking your hands in mine
Comforting you from fear
I can only give you me
I hope that’ll be your desire
My soul listening to yours
Dancing until love transpires
Collecting fresh faced girls with monogrammed asses Spending the morning listening to the Blues An old soul within that youthful mindframe Toe tapping, blackout shades & misleading tattoos I begin to think I’m the one lured But all we have between us is coffee stained mug rings Embrace the possibilities of the moment Join in the beauty of desperate sorrow of BB King This day is such a sunny tease Through passion, we become another bedpost notch A memory Today will keep for all posterity As she makes me taste the glories of her vagazzeled crotch
“I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.”
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing