change you will
your underwear, your oil, your car, your wife, your children,
your underarm deodorant, your overalls,
your designation, your birthmarks, your will & estate,
your long-range goals, your hard-boiled eggs,
your nails and soup, your rusty soles,
your dusty shoes, your trusty dog,
your 9-life cat, your coat and hat,
your car & rails and suit and tails
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THE DANGLING LINES OF TIME
The greatest journey
The greatest journey is not the journey
where you go from point A to point B,
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Perky The Pidgeon
tags: balconies, birds, pets, pidgeons
I chose parenting later in life.
My first-born is a pidgeon. He resides on my balcony.
He actually has 2 ‘real’ parents, but they don’t spend much time here anymore. Perhaps – given that the tedious days of egg-sitting are over – they’ve gone south to Vegas to party and forget for a while.
The Afternoon Rush
I Lost My Head
This Hour
Thinking of You
Remembering Me
Courting the Distance
Forgetting To See
Understand your sweet breath
Believe me or not,
from our birth you and i,
we were trained like a dog,
trained in what is right and what is wrong,
trained in what is good and what is bad,
trained in who is and who isn’t our god.
From you to me
Who wasn’t blind for this inner light?
Who wasn’t deaf for this inner sound?
Who wasn’t shackled for their false self?
Who wasn’t living in their own unrest?
Who?
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I’m asking you, please
Lift me high,
Lift me high,
’til my fingertips touch the sky
I’m asking you
please,
lift me high.
Begging for Peace
tags: beggars, israel, middle east, peace, POETRY, street people
On my recent journey to Israel, one of the oddities of Tel Aviv was the sighting of the occasional beggar on the street. These seemed to take 3 forms: old women sitting beside lamp-posts, elderly hasidic pan-handlers with a bit of a crazy edge, and young penitents who situate themselves in a state of frozen prostration, on the leeward side of walkways.
This is an strange sight to see.
In North American cities, begging and pan-handling are synonymous  considered by the more cozy financially to be one of society’s major blights, sore spots.
The poor and the beggars have always been with us, in one form or another  at least in the so-called “civilized” societies of the post-tribal world. One imagines that in “tribal” times, all people had meaningful roles to play in societies where life wasn’t measured by accumulation and prestige.
