CORPORATE LADDER

Loose yourself in the green paper over and over

Through and through it goes in no exits at first

Not all currency is of the color of spring, come to think

Only the dollar, slew of fresh grass if you will

The God infused paper so they claim

Every time it passes your fingers it reminds us of in God we should trust

Each bank note calls the sage, when no green paper laid itself at Jesus’s feet

At his last supper no coins were exchanged, no banknotes rolled up

So loose yourself in all colors of all the currency you touch,

How many thousands of rolls have you held in your hands?

Did it warm your heart or did you forget?

Even then imagine it all collapses tomorrow

In order to keep warm

You’ll watch it all burn

Fire will cook the fresh meat you hunted

With a sparrow, maybe with your bare hands
Absolute void of the green roll

Swiftly arrives a sheer instinct of survival, of a wolf's howl

When do we become well-oiled machines and slaves?

To the colorful paper with all sorts of denominations

The time will come when in middle of splendid mountains 

A moose running loose you and an abandoned bus

You will burn the wood first, naturally

The bed frame, the sheets and blankets perishing next,

Alaskan wilderness can prove deadly if you aren’t prepared

Those colors in that paper you hold have a similar stand

But it is not your body that is at stake

Your insides, the tree of life, the roots of any true wanderlust

The very soul of whom you are,

Once you taste the juices of the berries, purple and black

Sweet success melting in your hands

It’d be unheard of,  you inclined to think and state

Unthinkable to utter, a clownish performance at best

To return to the Barcelona streets penniless

Yet free of any constraint of anything

That squeezes you in handcuffs until it draws blood and rubs skin

Puts you in a wheel chair as if you are handicapped

Keep climbing with your eyes and hands,

Lift each layer of the corporate mass

Lust away at the glitter and the over priced,

After all why not

It suits you like a well-made glove,

You have become a salve in your own right,

Willingly, without anyone throwing a swift lasso at your neck

At the downtown dirty bazaar

But believe you me, leashed you are

It may be the color of gold or platinum

It’s as thick of a rope as any farm animal would know to rub its skin

Colored paper rolls in your hand, a king’s portrait

Speak your best, do your worst

Bid your presence null and keep the slave you bought

Happily, thrilled to go on and build

Another pyramid taller then the last.

12.14.2010 

ONE DAY YOU WILL KNOW

Even if no exchange happens and isolation

Of our souls remain in tact

One day you’ll know

This letter will burn your eyes to slivers

Years in advance you have scheduled your desires

Following the etchings and sketches of your brain

Maps, closely watched trains

One day, one unscheduled stop, a moment of evil clarity

Will bring you back the knowledge of today, of now

Your prey is easily caught in the net of class

Charm, laughter, laps of fun, dead fish netting this eve

This catch, might you admit a slight remorse, not by any chance

And clearly state to the winds listening – my heart was taken

As a fable attempt to clear the path you made

Unable to return, you are frozen still

One moment will melt the debris surrounding the wall

The ways of the world are as clear as a summer day in the Basque country

Water and earth, mud comes undone sliding
And sticking to the keyhole and your fingers

Again and again you try to fit the key into the hole
Slide after slide, try after try

Cannot, it will not cave to your will

To your whim, not at this time

How effortlessly you discard, disarm, and ignore

Your own, theirs and everyone’s dreams

For when you are old and bitter, comfortably swaying in your wrinkles
Sif* in a lovely wooden garden swing

This only weighs in when you are cold

Whether above or in the ground

One day you shall be of the know, of the now.

12.13.2010