Well, they did it Got me signed up for that American Dream Thirty years of monthly payments On this pile of blocks and boards Tiles and shingles Aw, I’m just kidding It is a proper structure Safe Secure And I am certainly thankful For floors without holes And a roof lacking leaks Can’t just up…

I wake up in the morning Make coffee, roll a stick Sit down My spot Well, mine as much as that is where my wife as assigned me Gazing, front door open, through the glass storm door Staring right into the back sides of other folks’ lives Folks I don’t know Folks don’t know me…

You better hold on Cuz it dnt slow down It just keep spinnin’ & spinnin’ And, it gotta keep rollin’ & rollin’ You better take hold Cuz you gotta keep livin’ Them years get to rollin’ And still, it jest keep spinnin’

I remember when she taught me how to make memories. I had been doing it my entire life, but never thought it as something to be done intentionally; like I had any control over it. It was an autumn day, not unlike today. Sitting on her momma’s front porch in the early evening after school.…

Doing yoga on the front lawn, facing the highway Raggedy oversized sweatsuit, bleached navy blue Early on any Saturday morning, early spring or late fall of the year The only folks up gotta reason to be Coming home from a graveyard shift Or, rushing off to make an early one Probably running just a little…

Misty eyed, the old man looks down from his mountain home on the civilized that reside below his watchful gaze, glowing as light shown through a prism, the one light perceived in its spectrum of color. Bright vibrant shades of green to violet stand uniquely and individually firm, but seamlessly united in spreading its light…

Clairmont Ave The coolest little spot Not a lot going’ on The sun shines by day At night the streetlights beam And when the moon is high the funky boys and girls come out to check the scene Clairmont Ave The coolest little spot Not a lot going’ on Too young to got to bars…

We all can be Writers and Rappers, Poets and Thinkers, Side-eyed winkers, Philosophers, and too damn big dreamin’ Dreamers. America is still the Great Big Open Space! Can’t just use it up though. America that is. Gotta be smart! Nah, gotta be wise jack.