CHAFF IN THE WIND

I remember when Saturday 

Felt like Sunday

And I was dreading Monday

Feeling like I’m strung out on junk

(Which I never tried) 

I was strung out on life

(Which I couldn’t escape)

And it wasn’t pretty

I hated my life 

The world I lived in

Staked to the ground

Face up in some tribal ritual

Eye lids propped open

Waiting for the sun to burn me blind

I just wanted to die

But couldn’t

Feeling rejected 

Outcast, judged and ridiculed

Was it done to me? 

Or did I do it to myself?

In the back of my mind

In the shadows of 

What I remember myself to be

I felt there was another side

I just had to get there

But the road was dark

There was no light to light my way

Shadows loomed large and mean

In my withdrawal

Happy is an illusion

And I wanted to get lost in that illusion

But knowing the magicians secrets

Is it possible to ever enjoy the magic again?

Are these fancy words for a poem,

A memoir or just letters jumbled with meaning

meant to get lost and scattered like

so much chaff in the wind

homelessness

THE HOMELESS SHOPPING CART

Another image that expresses the failure of consumer capitalism: Bankrupt, abandoned, capitalism has failed to elevate humanity in “the land of opportunity” but has consumed a humanity that surrounds itself with objects they will only discard. Humanity is addicted to purchasing power but has failed to value the purchase.

Hop On The Bus, Gus

SHORT BUS TO NOWHERE

A couple of weeks ago I decided to drive onto private property to see “What’s UP with this bus?”.    No one was around so I took a couple of shots.  Was expecting, you know, standard bus interior.  I was not prepared for what I found.  Best view was through a hole in the back door.

STOP – AN OPENING

I mean, I’ve met and known a lot of cool “chicks” on buses but I wasn’t expecting to find a hen house/chicken coop. Yep that’s exactly what this was used for.

(warning – not the best photo)

ROLLING HEN HOUSE?

And now a favorite song that mentions buses.   The album this came from brings back many fond memories. Specifically of a youth outing in the summer of 1976 (I’m banned from releasing details.  LOL).  And the drum riff by pan-disciplinary drummer Steve Gadd is sheer perfection.   Go ahead, “Hop on the bus…”  and enjoy.   If you have a favorite bus song or if these images bring to mind a specific song feel free to post a link in your comment.  

Inspiration In Unlikely Places

Temple of Industry 2009

My ears tingle from
the klatter and klang
Sturm und Drang…..
orchestra of rust
….. in…..

A concert hall of corrugated steel
over block walls
under a steel frame roof
blown by the wind
in a symphony of sound,
a joyful noise unto the Lord

The abandoned temple of industry
a holy shroud
baptized by peeling paint
once wet… shiny… new…
now cracked and broken
hardened by life
dry… damaged…
decay from neglect
a slow discard of memories
….. soon forgotten…..

Now the doors are thrown open
“Free Admission!”
“Welcoming All Worshipers!”
a gathering of misfits, undesirables and homeless,
insects, rodents and birds…
the garden within.

The heart finds redemption
in this arcane recital,
hallowed and profane
within the unsuspecting shell
… of shadows and shades.

Sturm und Drang