early march pohms

Take a Road

 Either nobody ever said shit -
  or I never listened to a goddamned word
that i was given.
  still -
   with dirt on my toes and twenty years young,
 I have carved my own dent in the riverside.
   and as the sun begins to set on the Delaware,
 I hold my coffee cup between my whittled knees,
  tasting and licking the flavor of its contents
   from my scarred and waiting lips.
 If this is the freedom that many men have
   died for to protect -
  I'll take it in vain.
  This is my moment, and
  oh will I cradle her until
  the sweet nectar in my
  stainless steel mug is gone.
Then I will feel myself pounded by the sun.
  As she shimmers and glows
   the trees and birds are baked with her
  retreat. And I, a brother of nothing and
 So much - I am lost in my sophistication.
  Blue can really fuck you up
   or it can be the eternal canvas
   on which trees are painted.
  Their trunks, like me,
   are carved.
  Birds are a certain type of stupid -
   their ignorance is significant only when
   you are not around. When they feel
   the breeze in their feathers, or a ruffle
   of your Levi's,
     they'll find a new moment.
   A human can wander thru the forest
   unnoticed by his own flesh - until eyes meet.

untitled for C.S.

 C -

There is something to say about the name
  that you have
     picked for yourself.
 u c -

  We, here in our homeland,
   We are all the river's children.

 c a

  Sunset lasts for a long, long time
  with mud between your toes and

 A name like that is -
  the garments which
  set us together.

 C -

  if your purpose is to unite us
     Sons and Daughters
  in squinting golden indulgence...
   in bare-toed sentry -
   in sect blo wing
   bashful, safety & contentment,
     Well,

 C -

  You are

   the River's Sun.

AND I WILL

  FOLLOW
   you,  past the muddy banks -
  further, below the reflective,
    black cloud
   that separates us from
  that which we are really not
   that far off from.
    That
   this, could be, a final
escape and as the Canada geese
  play their games in unison,

As the cars slide across the bridge
  in sight of their destinations,

  as my hand becomes aged and my
  head begins to prespire between birdsong

   you'll be the prodigal hand, C.

 U -

  will have our trust and a crown

   of no matter -

 a crown that eyes cannot see,
  you will,

  WEAR IT PROUDLY,
     we will beg you
  to do so for it is yours
 and we are all one.

 And should there occur a decimal -

  your crown may find weight yet.

 and C -

  as your knees begin to shake
        and ache

 From submission to your art -
  be strong of heart.

 Scars on the knees will heal and
  when fire thirty rolls around

  You'll be awaited in the morrow,
    my brother.