Now or then

[revolutionR]

inkwells or oil wells
derricks or fountain pens
dominoes or domino theories
it's a matter of perspective
what we grow up with, what views
are out side our window, when it all
shifts and changes, rearranges on us
is my view any different coming in this world
then it is going out of it, do the things we saw
as a child, change in a life time, do they learn
I once wanted to have a six shooter, and play
cowboys and Indians, I also wanted to lay under a tree
and look up at the stars, I wanted to hear my mother's voice
saying things to me about her young woman world
I wanted to look up at her face, and feel her tears on mine
I don't remember when I no longer felt that way
I wanted to play hard all day long, and wave my arms at the sun
I have strange memories, that seem all faded out of focus
I'm laying in the meadow, I can hear birds chirping, bugs buzzing
sunlight stretching its fingers all around me, I'm embraced by it

a moment in eternity, complete womb like nature rocking me
back and forth, I can hear voices off in the distance, laughter
the sound of children playing, I'm dying, or I'm on some slab
and I'm already gone, I hear the telephone ring, God picks it up
now I'm in a field and I'm playing baseball, I hear dogs barking
I see a tower on a hill, it's spewing black liquid, or its movies
I'm in a dark old movie theater, and I'm watching an old man
play chess with death, I'm not sure what I am really seeing
I'm four years old, and I am being baby sited by some Mexican
workers, that live in the small house next to mine, they put
lipstick on me and rhinestone earrings, so I look like a little girl

I'm back in the movie theater, the old man has lost the chess game
but death does not seem to have noticed, so the old man gets up
and goes and fixes a cup of inky black tea, and looks at the tea
in the cup, and sees children playing in the park, sees cops
in army tanks, sees the universe like a snake eating its tail
sees the rise and fall of empires, Coka cola bottles, wanted posters
with his face on it, when he was a gunslinger in a previous life
he sees himself sitting in church praying to a dying god, crying blood
he sees aces and eights, beautiful women waiting for him, to touch them
sees rain falling on an empty street, his mother's tears falling from heaven

[justwalt]

thankx man

okay, there's about thirty-one thing in there I wish to comment upon,

here's number one... the inkwells...


were they on school desks, in the CEO's office, the tattoo table, or all three?

[sweetwater]

i sort of liked that album there were a couple of good guitar songs on that album i think ken kesey said something about going further and deeper but then no one's ever heard much from him lately maybe he went too far ...

[revolutionR]

Ken Kesey said a lot of things..."I'd rather be a lightning rod
then a seismograph".