The Lightness of Stones

Throughout life you collect friends like pretty stones eventually you may end up with a pocket full... or not as life goes on the number of stones fluctuates depending on circumstance, death and so on,,, some stones make you sink, some make you light when you express political opinion ,stones surely will collide make ugly music- become chipped -you tend to lose stones this way keep opinions to yourself the number of stones usually rises gaps in political philosophies are growing deeper and wider everyone afraid to speak their mind-poisoned grows the silence elephants-v-asses class-v-class life-v-death wall -v-sanctuary gun-v-gun-less natural resources-v-nature no dope-v-dope nationalize-v-globalize for certain it'll never end... its about time I cut a hole in my pocket, release some ballast-swim to my island start a fresh collection of sea glass and shells invite things that smile and make pretty heart music. But sharks are always hungry and heavy as hell... So heavy on the bones.