On Becoming a Primitive

walking realms of fire
streets paved with the
outcasts illusions
trees decorated with
debris of past primes
provincial treks by poets
and bards - shining lights
out in the cold
bold heroes giving life to
revelations from the other
side of mind

ride that train to nevermore
to blue skies and "O Say Can Ya See?"
all day confusion coated with tastes
of candied dreams
swarms of humanity....eyes distant
chasin' shaky ground
lines drawn in sand that's hard as
asphalt.....littered with debris
from the frying pan

steady movin' train pushin' through
the break of dawn......floating....
smooth.....searchin' for that lovin'
life song

hop aboard hear that horn ring loud
and clear "Joy Life Brings!"
feel the nothing to grasp
see the sands runnin' through yer
fingers....no matter how tight
you clasp

take the train....feel the moment
....the rhythm......a steady beat
always look with wonder....the moon
and stars - endless days and nights
total and complete.............WIREMAN

The Mayor of Nothing

mayor of nothing
commands his place
on the littered pavement

the mayor of nothing
greets all who pass
with a "what's up?"
in a loud booming voice

the mayor of nothing
is wise and will come
to your aid in
a pinch

the mayor of nothing
smiles a toothless grin
behind his bloodshot eyes
I see where he's been
............WIREMAN

Dangling Piece of Rawhide

era of the wishing well
thoughts steeped in illusion
cutting through immense confusion
flown by albatross
sailed behind white whale
needlessly the bone
he sat on his throne
washing up inside
dangling piece of rawhide
brew that would boil
streets turned to watery oil
time spent in thrice
one for ever amber
two for powder blue
three for on bended knee
twas an automatic raisin
kissed the sugar plum
eventuality straight-lucid
gave way to evermore concern
time in the burn
white heat vast
feeling.....everlast
...............WIREMAN

SOWEBOHEMIAN Invitation

I'm so inspired these days
livin' on the razor's edge
some people might say
a balancing act cat
not caught up a tree
ready to spring right back
cheshire cat face full of glee
this old dancin' fool
don't ya know he can't obey any
of those D.C. politically correct rules
me and the band played a lil party
the hostess said "no smokin' & drinkin' inside!"
well gang I guess it's time to go
to where the beer flows and anything goes
SOWEBOHEMIANS

" first thought is the best thought"
that's what jack kerouac said
while his belly got big and his
face turned beet red
now today we all sit back and dig him
SOWEBOHEMIANS

" hey waitress what's the cheapest beer?
me and the band will take 2 or 3 cases
right over here"........
cause were livin' on the fringe
lives that our perpetually
one big binge........
SOWEBOHEMIANS

this place SOWEBO it's a
lil spot in Baltimore Md.
round the famous Hollins Market
why don't all ya fun lovin'
litkickers make a date for
memorial day 04, sunday
and bring all yer best poetry
and park it.......WIREMAN