some days the picture is like a 1950's tv set
never quite de-fuzzed no matter how
you move the rabbit ears, and rubbing your eyes
with your knuckles does nothing to improve the focus
some days perceptions are misshapen clouds hanging
above the ocean waves whose undulation suggests
a determination to find the opposite shoreline
the furious waters of discontent heard as discordant jazz
some days you can only hear the children's laughter
in the campground with pine trees so straight and tall
they tickle the sky, branch-less to the very top
of their little heads that look toward the magic
of Assateague Island, their monolithic majesty hovers
like truth, and your head is filled with the awareness
that perceptions are always truth, not the same as neighbor Bob
or sister Frances, but truth just the same, as silly as it may be
you come to see the torment caused by wanting others to know you
as if somehow you have stumbled on something they missed
but it's a big waste of precious oxygen, a stumbling in the forest
of rapture with the cool artesian well water you sip in dreams
you chuckle at the notion that you have uncovered something real
sitting up straight in the chair.... a sweat drenched zombie catapulted
into another poem about the meaning of this or that that remains a secret,
you stare at the cracked plaster on the wall at the opposite side of the room, see
intersecting roads......knotted and nameless
another day on the road
another day on the road
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: another day on the road
.....it was Leonardo that told a student that they had to see a landscape in the cracks of plaster on an old wall.... I like to find hidden images in rebar and wire that have been run over and mangled over time 

me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
Re: another day on the road
i hear that about what time & circumstance conspire to do - or to communicate what saw is talking about - had & have the same myself - 

Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: another day on the road
thanx guys..yeah I see art in everything...notorious user of found objects run over by cars....and somehow I've infected my daughter, as she too collects things from the streets...so keep your eyes open friends....I found a great picture frame in the trash...leaning up against someones trash can....it's hanging on the wall with one of my paintings....just love the way it came to me ?
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: another day on the road
I love finding things to use to build things out of - it's all pretty wild stuff 

Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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