Sacred Potomac

[WIREMAN]

river of life, river of my youth............


There comes a time
where,
it all gives into
the everlasting.

Weep no more
my merry workers,
weep no more.

Your dreams biting
like yellow perch
down at Indian Head.

Kids makin' rafts actin'
out Huck Finn realities,
sacred Potomac.

Weep no more
children,
weep no more.

[sooZen]

since I won't be able to jam this afternoon, here's my mini-jam wired man:

the Rio Grande flows between
two countries here
on one side, the Bhutanese architecture
of the University of Texas El Paso
on the other, the shacks of cardboard
and moving crates

well, sometimes it flows a muddy river
other times, dry as a bone
when its high, wetbacks use inner tubes
a raft to high places of high learnin'
la migra keeps watch at the fence
under the shade they built

the Rio can be deceptive
looking shallow and benign
but the eddies can be swift
and the tow can swallow you
bodies catch against the irrigation gates
another Rio fatality in the news

driving up the border highway
where the train crosses the river
from New Mexico, Mexico, Texas
the river looks beautiful
half-naked children on the banks
splashing in what separates us
from each other...

[WIREMAN]

Sooz Like Light


Way down yander on
the Rio Grande that's
the place I wanna see.
Sooz makin' her wired
jewlery and Cecil painting
up a storm, wild like the
river, slow movin' Zen flow
that lights the scene.

Ya light my time on earth,
Ya let me know the worth,
Ya temper my wired ways,
Ya Bodhisattva living in a
purple haze...................