What nothing
are you dead
busy
busy doing what
Well what about that
it’s taking over you know
who?
Oh I thought you meant them
Yes them
Yes they are taking over but there is
nothing we can do about it
so there
just wait for the little
buggers to get out of their ships and…
All you’re doing is wandering around
looking for something
somewhere
somehow
the beans must get into the jar
the screws must all be tight
Early Spring was an Indian maiden
sitting by the stream
Silver Moon was as brave as the wind
and he loved Early Spring
He sat beside her
as the water flowed
and whispered in her ear
Oh be my Early Spring
Oh be my Early Spring this year
And Early Spring looked into his eyes
and saw the Silver Moon his bravery hid so well
so in this the tale I tell
this story to provide
Early Spring and Silver Moon
and the stream you walk beside
david michael jackson
My grandfather’s farm,
eighty acres
earned
these eighty acres,
inherited
with judgement
and the rights of kings
eighty acres,
eighty rightful heirs
claiming birthright
eighty acres,
unearned
Oh how the families of the rich
can only feign family
as these eighty acres
these eighty little acres
are destroying
mine
The air flows
there are musical notes,
the water flows,
there are birds who still sing
and will bring
babies in the spring.
There is coffee and a comfortable chair
and willow trees make me write
foolishly in this box
while wearing only socks
The grinding of the grain
The turning of the stone.
The water falls
The generator turns
the generator moves electrons
The fingers move over the keys
bringing these
leaves of the grasses
waving in the breeze
The turning of the words,
the words they look over
my shoulder at the page
at the blank page
put us there
they say
put us there on the page
with the grasses
david michael jackson