Poems
There’s that story again. The same one we were talking about the other day. Remember?
The one that had you tapping on the glass like it was a tambourine and the jokes you made regarding the weather and drug addicts and homeless people.
Did they know how to swim because the rain was coming down in buckets, so there was nothing to hold-out to fill with handouts?
You laughed over that. Saw it on The News.
Not The News but someone talking about The News after The News.
And didn’t see it. Heard it. On a podcast.
A podcast on political values and how the world is going to shit and how it’s not even safe to drive your car out of the supermarket parking lot without someone in a face mask holding out a bucket made in China for you to throw in a George, or an Abe, or a Hello! Made His Week Hamilton.
Maybe he ought to start a patriotic bucket factory, The Fuck It Make a Buck Make a Bucket Factory.
Assembly line workers in Spangled Red, White, and Blue uniforms. Clean Diesel pumping through the air. Double Minimum wage for all!
Local buckets are twice as much now and that times three. But we all have jobs, mostly. And overpriced buckets with nothing but stuff and junk and extra to put in The Made with Pride Right Here in the USA Empty Containers.
Enough room for a small trash can for the backseat floor. Something to toss your face mask into on your way home from the supermarket.
No longer buckets for uncomfortable stop lights. Buckets are too expensive for a hobo to steal. Besides, a hobo's bucket is not a safe bucket when it’s an expensive one.
Not a long for life hobo that peddles at a stop light full of hungry shoppers looking for somewhere safe to dispose of their disposable masks with a too expensive Made with Pride Right Here in the USA Empty Bucket.
Maybe a straight from the bank drive up I-pay QR SKU NFC scanner for bucket-less street corner hobos.
No one carries loose change these days.
George and Abe and Hello Hamiltons are too dirty and too maybe infected.
Toss them in the can on the backseat floor with the used masks.
Cash is King, after all.
~ Wynn ~
Enough of the words
What of those out-
Spoken or Spoke-in?
In-way words
Never in-the-way words
Always want back out words.
On outward words
On sail to the sky
Said and sailed words
When the only cry
Heard was the deep deep
Down inside cry.
How to cry!
Without wells and rainbows
To mark mistaken tears
With forsook ancient words?
The sky’s reign- hit
So hard so what
Else could be said?
Stunned-In
Such awe from
A hand so divine.
What word...
How could…
What…?
We called it God.
We call it God.
We still cry awe
For no reason at all.
We still call it.
Still say it.
Still cry out...
God.
~ Wynn ~
Too Many Old Glory & NRA Bumper Stickers
Pressed without wrinkle around The rusted rear Chassis of his 20-year-old Chevy 2500.
He has:
Too many NRA bumper stickers
Too many Old Glory bumper stickers
In a quilted firearm and flag frame
Pressed without wrinkle around
The rusted rear Chassis of his
20-year-old Chevy 2500.
He has:
Too many separate-
Too many pieced
In a quilted firearm
And flag frame around
His new tailgate with
stenciled perfect letters:
STOP Bullying.
Then below that
Spelled with stickers
Used on front doors
And mailboxes
Capital letters
Executed as
Expected:
The Birth-day.
The Death-day.
The First-name.
The Last-name.
Even-
The Middle of his-
12-year-old son.
~ Wynn ~
But there are also the things that stay.
You and I we’re gonna fly,
But there are also the things that stay.
Not a bird, not a tree, not a butterfly,
But there are also the things that stay.
A child makes a man.
A child goes away.
But there are also things,
So many, many, many things that stay.
Not like plastic pens, but poetry.
Not pixels, but binary light.
Not the singer, the sound of a song.
Not the notes, the potential for music.
The possibility
To know
Each other
Stays.
What words can say does stay.
My
words went wasted
On
Breath.
My
words were in
The
Air.
Now
My
words are
The
Air.
And I
Am every
Where!
We say we live.
We say we die.
But there are also the things that stay.
~ Wynn ~
The 51st State
Snowflakes and Skins have no twins.
We these people, gas-masked, can't breathe,
Faces to the curb, choked out by that other
Still on about that Mr. Monochrome Maniacal:
Other Brother.
This body. This skin, I'm in.
Heard the Science Man Say:
That's not the same one you wore just yesterday.
Snowflakes and Skins have no twins.
In so many years gone by,
So many tears gone by,
You're a whole new you.
Read it right that's true.
Which Yesterday's Particle are you?
What graft grafted your You?
What piece of You did America bring You?
Every atom of Walt's grass still belongs to Me-belongs to You.
Every shoot shot new from Gettysburg's field that's You,
That's Me, too.
The 51st State, Unstated:
The heart pumps the prism, pumps the shade.
The heart bleeds every color in America.
The grass at Gettysburg is stained with bloody rainbows.
The leaves are Black and White thirsty.
The brown earth runs raw the spectrum.
The blood battle bespangled.
The battle beats the Mississippi!
Run Blood, Corre! Colored Blood, Corre!
Run Rainbow Blood! Run American Blood!
Lap up yesterday's bleed. Take Account!
Lap up the bled bedecked Bunker -no- Breed's Hill.
Lap up the insincerity in the Courthouse in Appomattox.
Kiss your own Black ass, your own White shit.
Kiss the great every color bloodstained leaf of grass.
Kiss your bought and sold two shade-soul.
The 51st State, Poetically, Unstated:
Evil never loses but lurks.
A battle won is done undone
By silent convenience.
America still belongs to you, America.
But your way still marks in twain.
So single it out.
That:
The cause of every American Hell,
Is the cleft cut in Liberty's Bell.
The 51st State, Stated:
In America:
There is too much Black.
There is too much White.
And there is not enough Color.
~ Wynn ~
When the dream of who you want to be seems too big…
And the bar stretches too high for you to see.
Remember this:
If you dream to win a gold medal,
Every gold medal is won by Someone.
You are a Someone.
Why not you?
If you dream of an All-Star jersey to play on the team,
Many different Someones play on an All-Star team.
You are a Someone.
Why not you?
If you dream to lead a nation,
Every nation is led by Someone.
You are a Someone.
Why not you?
If you dream to soar through a Supernova and see the stars behind The Sun…
Someone made every impossible possible.
You are a Someone.
So why not you?
~ Wynn ~
Simple
I'm not for pre-fixes.
I'm not for pre-fixes,
I'm for love.
Not for politics' weight,
On the wings of the dove.
When push comes to push,
And shove comes to shove,
My life is not for spectacle;
My life is for love.
~ Wynn ~
The Shoes You Choose
You’ll always win if you know this one thing.
I’m starting to realize my shoulders have been tense.
I could use a massage.
So, here's a very good massage, from a very good Doctor Ma-Seuss...
Dr. Ma Seuss and Ms. Jane out on the dance floor again.
Jane says to the good Doctor:
"Where might I find a proctor, to do my work tonight?"
The Doctor replied with a gleam in his eye:
"Who would work when this feels so right?"
“But work is a thing, a real, real thing,” said Jane.
“But too much of it will make you insane.”
Then said Doctor Ma Seuss:
“Yes. You’ll want to jump off all things, you’ll strap up a noose.
You’ll become quite dull, you’ll become quite obtuse."
Jane then replied, as she was known quite to do:
“I guess I’m left with no choice but to dance here with you.”
“Oh, you have choice my dear you always have that,
But I’d like to think dancing is where it is at.”
"We can step right and left
We can dance to and fro,
We can go wherever our dreams say to go."
“But good Doctor,” Jane stated now seeming elated:
“I do like to dance with you here as you say,
But I also enjoy work, and a long hard workday.
All work and all play well they each make me tired.
A little of each and I’m so ever inspired.”
And Seuss with his smile did wonder awhile.
Then, yes then, he knew what he knew.
He knew what he knew and what he must do.
He took Jane’s hand in his and led her this way,
The way that you dance, the way that you sway.
He danced her through the hall.
He danced her out the door.
He danced her down the street,
And just past the mall.
He took her up hills and down valleys so deep.
He took her over mountains the steepest of steep.
They danced past bakeries.
They danced past it all!
Then the Doctor stopped at a door in the wall.
And Jane gasped hypnotized
Her eyes flashed wide open
She was quite surprised.
The building before her was her workhouse it’s true,
“Just why, good Doctor,” Jane begged to know why.
“Did you just do what you do?”
“Why, you ask why?!
I don’t want to stop dancing no, no not ever, never,
And when you said you liked work well, I got very clever."
"If I could but understand the way that you feel,
I could see your love of work and I could help you heal.”
“But Doctor, don’t you get it, don’t you see your own truth?"
"For me there is my work and there is my play.
But you found a way to do something that brings others dismay."
"Your dance is your work, and your work is your dance
Not many an anyone would take that big chance."
"You’ve found your one passion and made it your own.
You could never be held down with the seeds that you’ve sown."
"Your dreams are your dance, your dance is your dream,
Your dreams are your work, that’s the best that it seems."
"One can have work and one can have dreams
But a few very lucky ones have both be the same."
"My dear Jane," said the Doctor now pleasantly taken:
No man, or woman, or child has ever been so mistaken."
"That luck should have anything to do with my state,
Is to put everything on the shoulders of fate."
"But Fate is no guard at this door don’t you see?
For Fate and I know each other quite well,
For Fate, my dear, Fate, Fate himself, is me."
Then Good Doctor Fate Ma-Suess did go on so:
“I’ll dance with you, sing with you
Go where you go."
"I’ll dance you to work, I’ll sing you to sleep,
I’ll show you your dreams, I’ll give you things cheap."
"I’ll make you just how you want to be,
And that is all that I’ll ever be."
"I am what you make me, it’s true you can choose,
Know this, dear Jane, and you never can lose.”
Then Good Doctor Fate Ma-Suess
Started a lesson which should be put to good use.
You’ll always win if you know this one thing:
"You should dance, you should laugh,
But only if it is Your Thing."
"Never be, do or say what another wants done,
Your faith keeps you strong as you reach for the sun."
"Fate is not a prison, not a ball, not some chains,
I’m here for your choosing, in fact I am choice."
"They say my opposite is freewill and they use a strong voice.
But they are wrong my real face, yes, my real face is choice."
"So, dance your own dance, say your own grace,
And never, ever, fight your own face."
"Choose your own choice and dance in your shoes,
Choose to dance in the shoes that you choose."
"Choose my dear Jane, choose and choose and choose."
Then Doctor Fate Ma-Suess pointed at the workhouse door so Jane would see:
“Go in the door or stay outside but dance free.
The point my dear dear Jane is as it’s always been:
If you choose what you choose you will always win."
It was then that Fate danced far into the sky,
Yes, Fate, Fate himself, left Jane at the door,
Left Jane, Jane herself asking ‘Why?’
Jane learned the lesson the Doctor did say,
But Jane learned another lesson that day.
“Why dance me so far to this door just to tell me his name?
He could have done that while dancing, it would’ve sounded the same."
Then Jane knew.
"The Doctor taught me a lesson far greater than what saying can do.
Yes, Good Doctor Fate Ma-Suess showed me what dreaming can do."
"And if dreaming can dance and dreaming can sing,
Then why would anyone choose any other thing?"
It was then that Jane smiled.
Should she go in the door, back to the work there inside?
Should she go up dancing in the blue sky so wide?
She stood there puzzled, her questions would not stop,
Then she started to laugh, then she started to pop.
It did not matter if she stayed out or went in,
What mattered was the voice that came great from within.
That voice that allowed the choice.
So, which did Jane choose Inside or Out?
She chose to live a life different, to take a new chance,
From now on her answer to every choice was to:
Dance. Dance. Dance.
~ Wynn ~💃🕺🎉
