Driven forth by hopes of expectation
A little man is walking near warm sea
With a cockeyed ear to every situation
And mad cows in his periphery
Thirty seven years ago at 11:06 pm the phone rang. I heard my mother tell the caller “he’s asleep”. I knew it was for me. That entire day felt odd to me. Something weighed upon me. I was sad though I knew not why. I was depressed for no obvious reason. I was worried. I…
I’m beginning to hear comparisons between the alt-right group at the center of the travesty, tragedy and terror in Charlottesville, Virginia and Black Lives Matter. Let me say categorically there is no comparison. None. Zero. Zip.
If I ever get to Saginaw again,
A locale that’s somewhat off the beaten track.
Get to see the girl I never saw again
Who must know why I have never ventured back.
Think a mashup of Ozzie Osbourne and Earth, Wind, and Fire is a Crazy Train waiting to derail? Well, give it a look. Brilliant!
With every dancing circle over these so many years
A polka in the moonlight
A samba in the rear
Because .. well.. I mailed off my taxes today.
I’ve been held up
I’ve been pushed down
I’ve been wrong
Still felt quite proud
Of all those times
as they were truly my own