Monthly Archives: December 2001

BLACK HILLS OF DAKOTA

BLACK HILLS OF DAKOTA

The red man mines his life for irony
while the white man tears the earth for iron

But treaties protect the sacred stones
as long as rivers flow and grass grow
Paper covers rock
in the Black Hills of Dakota

Gold in the Black Hills, end of treaty
Scissors cut paper
in the Black Hills of Dakota

But sacred stones outlive them all
Rock breaks scissors
in the Black Hills of Dakota

A DEBBIE MOMENT

A DEBBIE MOMENT

I was noticing again the other day
watching a movie, strangely enough
called “Remains of the Day”
that even though you died
you haven’t gone away

In the movie
a bird gets trapped in the house
and tries to fly
through the high ceiling glass

Remember the time in the office in Austin
when the sparrow was trying in panic to
escape in this way

And you spoke to it in your stardust voice
and it landed in trust in your hands

I remember the windows you flew against
and your trust so light in my hands

And it’s a comfort to see
you and the sparrow
both flying free

THOUGHTS ON A DEBBIE MOMENT

THOUGHTS
ON
A DEBBIE MOMENT

Debbie, a great friend of mine, died too young
and in too much pain in Houston about five
years ago now

This moment just sneaked up on me
earlier this year

Can’t help wondering how many people
are having Debbie moments now in New
York and around the world from what
happened just six weeks ago

How many people in the world in the last
five years having Debbie moments from
a hole blown in their sky

OLD WAYS OF WAR

OLD WAYS OF WAR
(or time to be looking up)

Still wrapping themselves in tanks
old warriors fighting wars on the ground

Like Saddamm and the Taliban soon found
when others struck from the air
the safety just wasn’t there

As armour that they thought would save
became a target and a grave

Still wrapping themselves in flags
Government no longer of, for, or by the people

Like Saddam and the Taliban now find
when others strike from anywhere
the safety just isn’t there

As the land of the free and home of brave
becomes a target and a grave

COFFEE HOUSE HOUSTON

COFFEE HOUSE HOUSTON

Sitting outside around the round table
Dallas and Buda and the boys
coffee cigarettes and stories

Inside of each, tables within tables
other Budas, other Dallases
votes being taken and taken again

A clear enough majority
though far from unanimous
Texas sunshine helped the swing

Fine then, another cigarette
another coffee – one more story
nobody’s in a hurry ‘round here