Bob Dylan, it’s his birthday…

lay lady lay, what a memory that was, baby blue, the memories, the blowing wind, the change, the rhythms, the couldn’t care less attitude, dam will speak to you when i feel like it, tangled up in blue, oh mercy, what good am I, what if, the man in the long black coat, the unforgettable lyrics, the twang voice, that wasn’t a voice at all, a heart, that still touches, what a legacy to reflect upon, at seventy seven, not that he gives a damn. Still listening to him after all these years, who can say that, very few, but teachers all, God Bless you Bob, thanks.

The Stream

Nothing tasted better than breakfast, so he thought for a long time, the ache never left him, the feeling of hunger. They had struggled together, she was social for the first five years of his life, stamps coupons and charity, amen. He passes over the fresh warm toast, his mother accepts it, she smiles, my boy she says, my boy, even if he had a father, what did it matter, she was the one who reared one. There was no music her side of the family, he had a brother who was a guitar genius, her son’s father, maybe that was where he got the talent from. From the back of the big yacht, she lapped it up, admiring her life many years later, except for the one yearning in her heart, we could have had a few of them, them, her children. She settled for one when she could have had a stream, then again, all she ever wanted was one.

 

Guinness and Trees

we are trees, it’s who we are, we branch, we root out, we renew all the time, provide shade and shelter, wisdom and some reasons why, no one came along alone, together in threes we are safer, when the trees are safe we feel stronger, harbor in a tree, so why are we cutting the old amazon down,  feeding the dead tiger that is on it’s knees, hoping to come up with a quick fix solution, so we can gargle with Arthur the magnificent, the Guinness head,  unless of course your cursed by the stuff, the disease that takes hold of the mind, louis pour me a double she says, he drops another pill watches while it sinks to the bottom, you are always safer in threes, one of you will get it hopefully, and again, it’s better in trees, have a Guinness and do it in trees. it’s amazing what a little spin can do for this world, it’s sad what a little spin managed to achieve in this world, if only we lived in trees, Bart Simpson move over, he’s on the most amazing roller coast ride of his life, outer space never looked so inviting, when the earth is out of control, spinning like a Federer ace, all because we forgot about the trees, whoooo….aaaaaImage