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PROJECTION

PROJECTION

She has reels upon reels in her mind
and a bright light farther back in her head
and in a little theatre on a screen that is me
she plays films of her father who’s dead

And the flickering light makes it real
and we soon forgot it’s a movie again
as we both got caught up in the action
and those magnets of fear and of pain

But sometimes I heard an outside sound
and started to remember and look around
And I tried to get her to stop the movie
and awake to the pain of this dreaming
or more often in the dark I just panicked
and ran from the theatre screaming

SANTA BARBARA ‘89

SANTA BARBARA ‘89

In a seaside park
the homeless camped
and breathed the rich air
and slept beneath strong arms
of living things that seemed to care

And the people in million dollar homes
were deeply touched by this sad sight
they said “it isn’t right, it isn’t right”

“We’ll show you that we have
some values in our town”

So they had
the trees
cut down.

GOODNIGHT MARILYN

GOODNIGHT MARILYN
(or dyin ain’t easy but it’s a livin)

All heroes will be expected to die young
to keep their fans from growing old
and will be well rewarded
in unspendable gold

If it’s sex you give then sex it pays
so take along the two young Ks

Though a frozen instant Porsche crash
could be worth a lot of cash

And the Colonel smiles as the money piles
for haunting supermarket aisles

But for biggest gross and longest run
it’s still the cross at thirty one

TURNING POINT

TURNING POINT

I said it’s good to see you back
How’s your search for all
knowing going

She said, I had it down pat
if meditation is where it’s at

with breathing below perception
and everything nearing perfection

Then one day on a Kiwi beach
deep in the oneness a loud voice said

“You can do that when you’re dead”

THE SWORD IN THE STONE

THE SWORD IN THE STONE

The legend does not tell

It might have been something much softer
turned to stone by the sword’s plunging

Nor does it tell how long it rested
rusted there

We are only told that life and story start with
its removal

We do not even know in the great dislodging
what parts there were of strength
grace and permission

Nor do we know if sword removed
it bleeds through rusty wound
and beats again

The legend does not tell

LEA

LEA

When you walked West from your home
down the main street to the
heart of the town
a car driving in from the country
could slip up silently behind you

A quick blast of the horn
and your knees
would collapse and you’d
drop like a stone

Good sport in a small town

If you were walking down that street
today
and I was driving behind
I would be sorely tempted to do it again
but this time
I would want to catch you