Friday afternoon a Jew's week winds down
His business shuttered
Tired sun sinks toward the ground
A workingman puts away his modest dress
~ A newly crowned king dons his Sabbath best
(Mickey D's, Winter Haven FL)
Fanciest McD's you ever saw!
Life sized statues caught in motion,
Marilyn, her skirts flying, Elvis,
thrusting out his guitar in a musical
******, both Blues Brothers in
black suits, ties awry --a real
Juke Box playing, not Tommy Dorsey,
but disco: "YMCA," "I Will survive,"
shades of my 70's sabbatical
from marriage, reprieve from
serial commitment. Huge, black
workingman sits down with
his senior coffee, singing along
that he will survive, before
heaving himself out the door
to his real life. A man, his back
to me at the napkins dispenser,
wears a Christian t-shirt, which
reads" A Blood Donor Saved
My Life. The mop lady, mopping
under tables, stops to jive
to the music, and then, there's
me, waiting in line for an
Egg McMuff, standing galvanized
under circular nightclub
fixtures, illuminating the ceiling,
brighter than the early Mid-
Florida morning sun: glittering
electric bands overhead of
black/red/black/yellow/black.
Life repeats.
I want all, my love, to cry for you,
To fight for you, staining your fast stream into an enormous spice.
My hard workingman, my loving smell,
Where the clouds did not have end, rather they passed
Over the cascades that you've created.
Even through a minute or so, I know you will be gone.
There, I don't care; the pain will be gone, too
And upon the laid field, I know, I feel it,
Love will grow again.
Together, undefeated, even broken,
I'll be aware that I loved one, and in front of me, a world
Is opening into the face of empty balm
Where I could say I loved one, you,
Sweet Cleopatra, a beast, an animal
--I couldn't care least.
Yearning I keep learning...about
what is the mysteries.
But I don't fight it,
it doesn't get to me,
for I can see the ways
of being free
in growing to be united.
Workingman is the first participant
in the fruits
of communal pioneering effort.
Yearning I keep learning about,
what is the mystery behind some history.
Such as "Time is the ultimate economic element,
and economizing is the economizing of time,
and that economic calculus has
to do with that economizing."
Yearning I keep learning ...about
born in a land that often lends'
a powerful hand.
I grasp and understand
what is a Nation under God,
and Dynamics of a Nation Building
Liberty and Justice for all.
But I don't fight it,
it doesn't get to me,
for I see the ways of being free.
Our National Anthem
of the Star Spangle Banner is recited
and I'm wondering what's coming our way.
We can prevail,
we must prevail,
growing to be united,
we cannot fail.
Yearning I keep learning,
what is the mysteries.
But, I don't fight it
it doesn't get to me.
For, I can see the ways
of being free,
in growing to be united.
Workingman is the frist participant,
in the fruits of communal pioneering effort.
Yearning I keep learning,
about the mystery behind some history.
Such as "Time is the ultimate economic element,
and economizing is the economizing of time,
and that economic calculus
has to do with that economizing."
Yearning I keep learning,
about born in a land that often lends'
a powerful hand.
I grasp and understand,
what is a nation under God,
and Dynamics of nation building
Liberty and Justice for all.
But I don't fight it,
it doesn't get to me.
For, I see the ways of being free.
But, our National Athem
of the Star Spangle Banner,
is recited.
And I'm wondering
what's coming our way.
We can preveil,
we must preveil,
growing to be united
we cannot fail.