Sunday, November 29, 2020

It's 1966

Willie Mays in centerfield

Allen Ginsberg writing poems

My father driving his truck

I’m tossing the ball in the backyard

Or

Watching a silly sitcom

American soldiers dying in Vietnam

Or

Losing body parts

Lyndon Johnson on the phone in the Oval Office

Or

Lying about the war

Richard Nixon plotting his next run

The 49ers play at Kezar Stadium

Steve McQueen the coolest

Everyone loves the space program

Marijuana sales increasing everywhere

The Beatles put out a new album

Jack Kerouac still alive and writing 

Or

Drinking

J Edgar Hoover plotting against the New Left

Or

The Civil Rights Movement

Dr. King organizing

My Mom a schizophrenic shouting

Or

Making diner

The Viet Cong winning

England swinging like a pendulum do

The Iron Curtain tall and mighty 

And 

Oppressive

Skirts short on girls 

And 

Young women

Bewitched remains a popular TV show

Motown and soul music a happy marriage

Unions strong

The CIA schemes against legit governments abroad

I hate school but love books

Girls getting increasingly interesting to me

American cars too big

But 

Gas is cheap

Cigarette commercials on TV

More Americans protesting the war

The best and worst yet to come

 

Saturday, November 14, 2020

Fading Light

The fading light of a November dusk

Wet leaves from yesterday’s rain

Cover the garden and sidewalk

The plodding steps of a passerby

The crows are quiet now

It feels soft and warm in the house

Maybe time for hot tea and a cookie

I’m ignoring my book now

Just as I’ve ignored writing

The depth of this moment tugs at me

It is another day waning

They are passing too quickly now

Their haste brings an emptiness

And I try to fill it with fading light

Never

Works