At The Bell

Fling that thing to the Moon
That thing that’s ailing you
Red flags, white flags, too

It’s not a day too soon
Let’s leave crazy to loons
Whose flightiness consumes

Consider this day new
Its call goes out to you
To sing the champion’s tune

Bananas

Oranges remind me of Juneau
Juneau reminds me of salmon
Salmon remind me of Gold
Gold reminds me of fire
Fire reminds me of water
Water reminds me of drowning
Drowning reminds me of calmness
And rising

Rising reminds me of mountains
Mountains remind me of you
You remind me of Mars
Mars reminds me of red
Red reminds me of yellow
Yellow reminds me of bananas
Bananas remind me of insanity
And oranges

Host

Continue to do this
Come here
Trash-picking

Ignoring the treasure in your shoes

Until such time you find

A quiet mind and deep desire
To finally meet
Yourself
In all those better angels who’ve asked you
Won’t you dance
A different dance