An old song in America

(Part III to A new song in America Series)

an old song

has been sung in America

many reluctant voices
all in
harmony.

the voice
we hear
is our
fear.

an old song after
another.

We sing together,
a choir
of survivors.

We sing,
We must
We must
Yes –
but do we have too?

Oh I Didn't Notice

You are such a part of me,

sometimes- 

I don't realize the extent until I look at the art I've made.

It's there-

and when 

I think 

you 

might 

notice -

 

I get self conscious- 

I get little nervous

and

sentimental. 

But I cant hide it -

Why would I?

If I'm honest these words only exists, in part 

because of you. 

Thank you for the gift 

of you-

the love,

the art, 

the poetry

As a boy, my world 

was much smaller before you.

I don't know what I'm sayin...

except:

I was so lucky to have met 

you-

In Youth

In the Valley

In the Bay

In art

In memory

In friendship

You are safe harbor-

from storms

and 

nightmares.

You are trust.

You are comfort

You are forgiveness

And-

You are happy with 

the woman you love.

I am 

happy for you.

Your loved one was kind to me-

welcoming.

I like her,

she reminds me of someone-

from the cigarettes, 

n' brown skin

right down to the Dickies jacket.

Don't worry- 

I didn't notice the resemblance.

Don't worry

I don't think you have a type.

You sometimes appear in my art, 

my friend,

mostly in memories now-

and everywhere,

where there is faintest smell of sandalwood.

Do not fear 

my intentions with these words-

with these 

words that you can read,

and feel,

they will always be too much.

as I was,

as I am

too much.

We are family,

loved-

safe

still there.

I am happy for you.

I can't hide it -

Why would I?

Next Tues

 

I.

She was, is, was-

A bit of a,

Uh, umm-

(I have it written down somewhere) 

See you next Tuesday 

or Thursday- 

Later.

As,

We, do -

the wave..

Goodbye.

Wave, wave. 

Now surf-

It’s the latest-

The Surfer Stomp-

Dance-

It’s the latest 

Craze

She was a bit, 

Craze, craze

All the Rage.

Latest-

Later-

All the Rage.

A fad.

Super sonic,

The S is for super-

Look up in the sky, it’s a bird it’s a plane…

She was a bit -

A tad -

A pinch -

Sugar and spice.

All the rage.

All of it.

But,

She was a bit.

She was a bit much.

A bit 

Ch ch ch ch

Turn and face the strange.

Ch ch...

Why xwhyz?

Bit But Because:

"If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter."

she said.

II.

One bit 

Two bit 

Three bit 

Four

Four bit 

Three bit

Two bit 

More.