We Are Energy That Matters
We need to move past materialism and learn how to stand tall on our divine ground.
Energy Must Express Itself
Every morning I get up
and sit with my coffee
balancing
as the world spins away
hoping my coffee won't spill
and this day
will bring one flower
up through the rock-hard bed
into my mind
where I can
keep it
in case
another one
never comes .....
Every morning after my coffee
I cough, shit, shower, and sometimes shave
gargle and clean out
all my orifices.
I'm getting ready to
do battle with
the concrete keepers
on the field where
no grass grows,
it only shines
making you think something's
there
but it is not.
No flowers
only an image of an image
from a silver machine that
keeps spinning like
a huge washing machine
cleaning everything up
thinking its winning while spinning
until that one flower springs up
and we walk on
knowing there can never be
any giving up.
Energy sings eternal.
Whiiiiiiiiirl Oooooon Silver Wheels
High-speed drift on a prairie road
Hot tires sing like a string being bowed
Sudden town rears up then explodes
Fragments resolve into white line code
Whirl on silver wheels
Black earth energy receptor fields
Undulate under a grey cloud shield
We outrun a river color brick red mud
That cleaves apart hills soil rich as blood
Whirl on silver wheels
Highway squeeze in construction steam
Stop caution hard hat yellow insect machines
Silver steel towers stalk rolling land
Toward distant stacks that shout feed on demand
Whirl on silver wheels
Whirl on silver wheels
One hundred miles later the sky has changed
Urban anticipation, we get four lanes
Red orange furnace sphere notches down
Throws up silhouette skyline in brown
Whirl on silver wheels
Sun dogs flare on windshield glass
Sudden swoop skyward iron horse overpass
Pass a man walking like the man in the moon
Walking like his head's full of Irish fiddle tunes
Whirl on silver wheels
The skin around every city looks the same
Miles of flat neon spelling well known names
Used trucks dirty donuts you you're the one
Fat wheeled cars squeal into the sun
Whirl on silver wheels
Radio speakers gargle top forty trash
Muzak soundtrack to slow collapse
Planet engines pulsate in sidereal time
If you listen close you can hear the whine
Whirl on silver wheels
Whirl on silver wheels