who will sell out next?
i picked grapes today
green, sweet falling off the vine
the skins are thick
the seeds brown and bitter
they’ll make good juice
fragrant, potent and pungent
new moon coming
the night is still…
it’s quiet, calm
everyone seems tired
the mood
is low key
the northern mockingbird
who lives in the tree across the street
who sings life songs into the night
got shot by one of the crazy neighbors
this bird would sing every note like a sunrise
like a thunderstorm
like a million raindrops on a pond
like a rainbow
we don’t know who pulled the trigger
but one night
there was no more beauty sounds
coming from the street
the reservoir
looks like a mirror
so still
Jupiter is in reverse
children eating cotton candy
sugared up and acting out
wild with desire
no boundaries keeping them in
no boundaries to create resistance
to hold them up
so they understand
the meaning of limitations
there’s no balance here
perhaps people
can’t tell the difference
between good and evil anymore
between soft and hard
between danger and safety
perhaps the desire to win at any cost
has altered our ability to serve the ultimate good
to believe that life is good
worth the confusion
that living in harmony with nature
will serve the planet
that Nature
with her fire, her water, her air, her earth
will be able to withstand the onslaughts of humans
process all the the garbage
every day
brings a new set of rules…
building up/breaking down
questions/answers
plastic floating in the oceans
oil spills in the gulf
every day brings a new set of rules
who will sell out next?
Dedicated to Kristi Murray, Friend & Justice Seeker