revolution for sale

a salesmen sleeps
with its ears open

"we need to get there"
it overhears

a commercial vehicle arrives
promptly waiting with its slick logo
and slogan:
"delivering revolutionaries since '61"

but
commerce is rarely the ride to the revolution

and participation
affords no ride at all

it must be marched to
then sat upon

because one can drive 26.2 miles
but it won't be a marathon



wb

comfort food

the oaks
they are home
i was once an acorn
under a grove

the moon
she is my mother
the enigma
watching over

the fall
i am his son
the harvest of dirt
and light and water




wb

simple minded

keep things in.
keep things out.

mutters the fence

keep things in.
keep things out.


why couldn't i have been a fence?




wb

agnostic zeal

i wish for no conversation with
God
the capital G, the Decision,
the Creation, the Destruction,
the Obstruction between here
and the heavenly
the All-powerful Sieve
the Great Perfectionist

no,
i do not seek to speak
to intimidation

let me speak with angels
the neither omnipotent nor earthly
benevolent nor impotent
the unimportants, the in-betweens
heaven's migrant workers
breaking their wings
on the weight of our codependency
with saviors

let me speak with you
the not me
the view i cannot see
the internal outside this body
let us be one thing
that is neither whole
nor incomplete

let me speak within
without talking
nor note taking
swearing
deprecating
trying on invisible linen

let me wander the streets
in these unclothed conversations




wb

don't come back (but you will)

what goes is prodigal
like light from the heat
our home pivots from

here comes the revolution
of our daily do-over
that is not what it is
but is what it is not

and so, this status update
is on cardboard
between hands that could be mine
for the one who cant speak
to say aloud:
     please love me anyway





wb