Thomas the Jefferson's Train
In my dream
Thomas Jefferson pops out a pilgrim
in The Jeffersons family,
proprietors of Chinese laundries
on the best end of Main Street’s forested path
emerging toward Sanford and Sons
and Daughters Recycling Dump.
Here, midst polyglot stone soups
both informing and deforming,
occasionally reforming
without asking permission first
to speak without listening
and act without speaking
Thomas declares revolutionary interdependence
with EarthTribe’s integrity
as his senior honor’s thesis
read out boldly to collegial students
teaching multicultural re-ligious enrichment,
hoping for co-empathic network reconnections
WinWinning sacred ecological outcomes.
Thomas, sometimes called Red
behind his considerable backside,
discovered repurposing
for his national economic retirement thesis
and recovering recycling paths
of golden rules restoring integrity's intentions
As political antithesis
of RightWing monotheistic
systemic trauma survivors
who had hoped to grow up
to join sacred EarthMother communionations
Which is merely a more high-toned reference
to the Sanford's village recycling crashdump
for at-risk people looking for more inviting places
with sufficient panentheistic space
for the entire upstairs-downstairs Jefferson Tribe
feasting on Arabian DayDream stews
with acorn stud muffins.
When Red heard young Thomas
hoped to revive religioning MidWays
all along pilgrim’s bipartisan Main Street
sonnet consumptions and play productions
he prayed to Martha Washington
“My heart, my heart,
I can not survive this
win/lose disrational deconstruction!”
Somehow SuperHero Thomas the Jeffersonian Train
regenerates a multicultural chain of win/win fools
to reconnect his foxy precycling plant
into a WuWei forest of sweet and sour bodhisattva delights,
currency accepted up and down NurturingWay’s carnival
Pain-Is-A-Warning one way street
in Jefferson’s NoShirtTicket-NoLaundryService busy mess
of inhumane privilege deforming Earth’s Rights
to procreate recreation of poli-eco-normic education,
schools of synchronic swimming Red Jeffersonian fish
remembering how to pilgrim surf thru interracial plowing seasons
to turn out hot melting stone soup feasts
of uniting nation futures
invested in laundering unhealthy wealth
until Thomas redreams rainbow cream.
As Thomas this Jefferson Train
pulled away from FlyAway pilgrimage station,
he called out to all repurposing Foxes,
Merry Messiahs to all nations
and states of recycling benighted dreams.
Now there’s a good night’s sleep
you’ll never address backward inside-out again.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
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