for those
July 31, 2015 § Leave a comment
for those
with a notion of setting an eye to
the cobalt expanse
the wreckage of my endeavors can be found
along the drift track
bits of it coming ashore to
settle in commune
with bones of
other’s exiled ideals
a freshening breeze may water your gaze as you try to decipher wave from debris
but don’t idle
for long
on the tide line
it doesn’t matter anymore
simply
set your own craft
adrift with a prayer
then
turn away
(c) 2015 Fred Whitehead
slow rain
July 23, 2015 § 1 Comment
equity
falls a slow rain
and cursing at the edge
of the wasteland
are the desert builders
clearcutters
fearful
of the coming bloom
would they,
if they could defy the
direction of time,
return to their forbears’
age of struggle
to place a boot on a neck?
with every droplet
that sounds the
gong of progress
their blood rises
blood enriched
with traces
of sharecropper
of mill hand
of sweatshops and docks
makers of
steel mountains of
asphalt tributaries
backs as bent from
the weight of labor
as the paranoids are
over their hoard
their axes raised
but rusting
as
a slow rain
continues
(c) 2015 Fred Whitehead
an old man seeks remedy
July 9, 2015 § Leave a comment
I’m going to weird until it feels normal – here longing for mountain frequency- here wanting at least one more vermilion evening – like the one that night before we rode avalanches in opposite directions – flattening everything and everyone as our momentum grew – I’m going to trance until neural activity ranges unfettered – here, another searcher for the final key to the lexicon- aware of the cordial exchange of contingencies that seem to buttress the walls of these ancient and vaulted institutions – in whose shadows we watch from corners of squinted eyes – under whose revered edifices we pass around names and the failings and accomplishments belonging to those names – names shuttled in and out of conversations – remembering only those whose scraps can be snapped up or of those who might be crowding the rungs – I’m going to drift until it trumps focus for good – here where edges need a good feathering – here where surfaces plead for softening
(c) 2015 Fred Whitehead
flight as concept delayed
July 7, 2015 § Leave a comment
Icarus’ rust-ling feathers
flex against
wind solar
wind to render
flight ex
it is
as accidental
exits go
one for genetics
grafting
new generation
to be one
gravity
(c) 2015 Fred Whitehead