Poems For Today - April 13

Inside The Song


Memories of the rhythm
color visions we can feel
in the magic way the fantasy
dances to the real

In the naked changes
beauty blazes up as we hold on
to a rhythm we remember
all at once inside the song

Hold on to your song
and sing it high above the fears
Of drowning in an ocean
that's filling up your years

When your heart is sailing truly
Life is just a breeze
as we dance across the diamond waves
our love has come to see.

And anything you say
will find a way to sing along
With a rhythm every body
sets to sea inside the song.

Dick Lasater

Goodbye San Diego

He's out checking the oil before 8am.
Karl can't be bad on the coaster express
Gifts of purple wildflower blooms
The Sonic envrionment on our bus has changed
Into the San Diego Wild Animal Park

From 6 to 9 park and ride, like Dick did
Passing through another mission
Caution, possible dust clouds for the next few miles
The vacuum is in the eye of the beholder

Kurt and Ken (Mobile Poem)

Call Box 08

After being encouraged,
Miguel told his dad to join the boy scouts
We've got the border patrol up our a**
Swimming near the nuclear power plant
Makes my skin turn green
It's Nixon's fault
Rolling through San Clemente
Were crossing the Orange County Line
Leaving his lies behind us
Count your blessings instead of sheep
On the Camino de Los Estrellas.
Windshield Art and faraway snow
It's hard to know
Where we'll be staying next
Taking our time,
Making good time
Lifting the bus up with us
No rush hour traffic update
On Sunday

Kurt and Ken (Mobile Poem)

Restaurants On The Run

What is the inverse of 12 volts?
Add a zero and that's close enough for our refrigerator
And charging the video camera
Balsa Chica Road
Just passed the Highway Patrol
So hide the co-pilot so we stay out of trouble
Paranoia about police
Is perfectly reasonable in Los Angeles
Riding down the Long Beach
We just saw a deep blue Pyramid
Leaving Swami Yogananda's palace
Far behind
Twenty minutes from LAX
Playing bumber cars with the Bravo Trucks
Separation Anxiety.
Are you feeling that?
No, the bus is full and so are we
With joy left over for all of you.

Kurt and Ken (Mobile Poem)