Holographic rapid remissions
Cool sounding phrase will mess with your head
Trying to spot at night, man walking on the moon
Hendrix wafting, echoes of neighbor's stereo
This isn't time or place to try new dance steps out
Just a little flourish, slip, and the floor you kiss
Is that cheese or a rabbit out in outer space
Look at close up video, only rocks and sand
Wild jubilation except, enter the city
No pretending, poverty exists, like tall grass
Broken buildings, broken bodies, broken homes
An us and them concept, a deep crack in Liberty's bell
Mindless entanglements in Forefather's intent
Science fiction TV script, just read the fine print
Language and thought evolve as does society
Our Forefathers navigating the Interstate
Would they look down from a helicopter and cry
Or just mouth words to a camera and give a smile
Or have justice tears, political corruption
Stay inside, action arrived on sofa with snack
Parlance parchment and much more than waterboarding
Electricity gives the whole wide world the way
Listening to Louis Armstrong, watching fantasy
Maybe hungry Huns had the same crick in their neck
Lifestyles bordering on the ridiculous
So much need, reinvested in people, but when
Partisan political slogans, rich and slash
Dividers rant on radio and TV oozing filth
Socially entertaining, poverty stirs awaiting
A trip to Disneyland sounds fine to clear the mind
What is we, decades after great society
Permanent underclass and even more unwashed
Bright gleaming eye of a child, American self conception
Okay, let's pause, soak it in
Emerson and Thoreau lived in fairy tale age
Fancy words, but yet so truer yet they be
Conception terms, housewife, provider, foreign guest
We live in soap bubbles, Ivory has won
Neighbor plays Hendrix tune, no time for injustice
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Okay, let's pause, soak it in
Emerson and Thoreau lived in fairy tale age
Fancy words, but yet so truer yet they be
Conception terms, housewife, provider, foreign guest
We live in soap bubbles, Ivory has won
Neighbor plays Hendrix tune, no time for injustice
Blessings and best wishes - S.
"What is we..." is your continuous search.
Everything returns*
Anna del C.
Author of "The Silent Warrior Trilogy"
http://www.annadelc.com
I will print this for a friend who refuses to use the Internet.
Keep em rolling fella. Your tuning is ever cleaner. Thank you.
I like how you bring Hendrix back at the ending.
A biting social commentary, Bill, that I like very much.
I like the humor interspersed with serious reflections on a nations stride into the future woven in this poem, William. Hope you see positive things happening around you at a larger scale now..
:-)
I found this line to be very intriguing:
"Our Forefathers navigating the Interstate
Would they look down from a helicopter and cry
Or just mouth words to a camera and give a smile"
"We live in soap bubbles, Ivory has won"
While I am rarely a fan of politically tinged verse, this poem escapes the shadows of dogma and presents a vision of American life that largely concurs with my own. The theme is a familiar one, but the language, exuberant and free-wheeling, elevates the entire work to another level. Perhaps the adopted style is a tribute of sorts, but it is more than mere tribute. The fierce intellect that has crafted these lines trusts its visions and infuses the words with biting rhetorical force. My quibbles with this piece are minor and indiosyncratic. Overall, I find it to be a powerful, worthwhile work that warrants revisiting.
Inspired, Bill!
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !