if a makeshift table could talk

[saw]

candlelight was welcome routine
when the mango sun dipped
into the aquamarine bath
friends talking, laughing, smoking
listening to Byrds singing
about a Tambourine Man
and the possibility
of following him one day
into the jingle jangle morning,
and there were Eagles singing
about standing on a corner
in Winslow, Arizona
and some woman turning around
her flatbed Ford to get a better look,
man, what a gang they were
Witchy Woman, the Desperado
and far too many Tequila Sunrises
to keep track of, and we sang,
sang in unison, sometimes in key
watching every colorful molehill
of dripped wax reveal its own
special story, oh the tales from each
stain from spilled bong-water,
that Hippie Rorschach, the saga
of burning joints and pizza sauce
the nightly christenings, the collaborative
working piece of art that would put
a twinkle in the eye of Jackson Pollack,
hell we didn't need no stinkin' coasters
for bottles of fire brewed Strohs, or cans
of Busch beer we liked to call Blue Runners,
conch shells made decent ashtrays, but
sometimes we couldn't find them
and other times we couldn't see them,
no , nothing could possibly replace
that big old wooden cable reel discarded
by the utility company, it was the hub
of life in our history of communal happiness

[joel]

“There’s never been a communist”—
my father said when he’d dismissed
my argument— “who didn’t live a lie.”

But I produced a pianist:
communities beneath each wrist
were meaningless apart from harmony—

and yet my meaning still was missed;
my father asked me, “Could the fist
play music if each finger won’t apply

itself? But I’m a realist
and knowledge leaves my world unblissed
by ignorant ideals of unity.”

If righteousness and peace have kissed,
komm unter uns, Herr Jesu Christ—
and kiss us rightly once before we die.

[saw]

so many conversations.....night after night....in some cases tables are passed from generation to generation....it's cool to imagine that they may absorb words, thoughts, feelings.....wood is alive, it breathes......who knows.....

[justwalt]

I'll take this as a sign.
might need a few more.

so far, sell house,
buy bus, ditch kid,
hit road, head west,
mountains or desert,
bring cat, maybe wife,
FTW, find god, get it on,
hang it out, bum around,
sip tea, smoke mother's nature
transcend, explore space,
and not pay taxes...

all in that order.

(don't think it's not on my table, this very moment)

thanks saw, I needed this

[saw]

nice list walt,..the tax thing glares more than ever.....tax cuts for the rich ....on top of bailout money and bonuses....and the rest of us slobs are asked....no, forced, to pay more taxes......perhaps it is time as you say, to pull up the stakes, and live on the road.....