Poems For Today - April 24

Off To Stockton

 

Irritating with reclaimed water

We're in a gusty wind area for the next few miles

Behind an oversized load again

Past by a sunburst cadillac

The gift of the sun is with us

After yesterday's clouds and rain.

 

We're all still a little spacy

From Isa's workshop

Still stoned on life

Not dope for those who need to know

 

Riding on a long causeway

Across the salt flats of Mare Island

Reminding Dick of his beloved horses

Circling turkey vultures overhead

It feels good to be on the road again

We both think it was the openeness of the salt flats

Their expansiveness

That gave us each this feeling simultaneously

Ahhhhhhhhhhh, law of concomitance

 

Ken & Kurt (Mobile Poem)

 

Not Fairfax But Fairfield

 

Flatness with a few ten story trees

Factory lined roadside with Jelly Bean, Budweiser and Faberware

Passing Pennsylvania Avenue but their's no White House on this one

Only Mount Diablo in the distance.

 

Yesterday belonged to Hilary and Miguel

Who ran screaming and jumping in celebration of her victory

We stopped to watch Windmills, I mean wind generators

Among herds of cattle when we found hundreds of swallow nests

Under the viaduct, birds everywhere, clouds of swallows.

 

Downtown Rio Vista and the Doors dominate our soundspace

We approach Lodi, the land of CCR

Our ears are given the organ solo from "Light My Fire"

We decided to not hesitate any longer

Whatever this tour is, we're going to put it all out there

And light a fire everywhere.

 

Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)

 

Interstate Five

 

Our whole landscape has turned into a super highway

At 60 miles per hour, we're the slowest thing out here

The terrible smell of sewage hits us

A couple miles after we pass the plant

Passing the Eight Mile Road, Ken has the retreat feeling

Which is all about living in a different world

Where all the difficulties disappear

And we are left with this big sky

That stretches before us like a welcoming song

Or like an image from the middle ages

The sky is an inverted bowl

Full of Joy.

 

Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)

 

April 23, 2008

 

For now words don't allow access to my internal world

And it is only through ceremonies that I am deeply touched

The rest is only the superficiality of the "I"

Dreaming about it's own glory.

 

Kurt Heyl

 

Now I See

 

Now I See

The undeniable usefuleness

Of the "I"

In its world

To open the door

Of solidarity

And to facilitate

Entrance into the ceremonies

For others who are searching

For meaning in the nonsense

So for me

It's my criticism of my "I"I

Which until now

I have seen as an obstacle

Rather than a vehicle

That can function

Through my body

As a conduit for others

Without my opinoions

Blocking the way.

I need to figure out

How to move in the world

Without getting in my own way

And keeping my opinions to myself

Is an important step.

Learning how to stand

Outside my predjudices

To see myself as a whole being

And how that being expresses itself

In the world as someone searching

For a way to be useful

Complimentary rather than the individualization

That is propagated by our culture

Individulazation in order for people

To remain isolated from one another

And for the power to continue to be centralized

By the super wealthy in their offshore corporate centers

Controlling mass media and all higher education.

 

Kurt Heyl

April 23, 2008