Even as the low haze
Filters the sunken sun
I stop for a moment
Lean up against the fender
In the dry, brittle air
While the engine tinks and cracks
I never tire
Of the small wonders this world offers
I stop for a moment
Lean up against the fender
In the dry, brittle air
While the engine tinks and cracks
I never tire
Of the small wonders this world offers
Freedom
Ain’t never gotten with a dollar
Or no lawful decree
Not like a box car
Give to me
With filters
Adding colours
With thinking
Adding meanings
Until the world I see
Looks nothing like
The world which is
Here
and
There
Holdover from a time
Of neon
Air-con
And movin’ on
I remind myself
The valley once
Was plateau
Thrust up high
Then worn away
By time and weather
.
Though when they do
They’re not the same
But when they’re gone
They’re lost forever
When the unimaginable
Becomes reasonable
Imagination soars
But for lack
Of soil and sod
What food
Could riches grow?
Stale cigarettes
And mildew
Saggy mattress
Flickering lights
Time is always active
Always present
Always changing
Only consciousness
Forgets
Or represses
Time is always moving
Cultures move on
People move on