And where have you been
chasing rainbows or chasing
rain
and where have you been
as the grass turns green
and she asks
where
where
where
are the flowers
and where have you been
calmer days always led to pastures
not to roads
to streams not to skyscrapers
calmer days were maybe not so calm
and I am not so young
and I am not too old
to pick flowers for her

david michael jackson

Changed channel,
It was clear the head was missing from the body
as it floated in the first shot of the show.
It was clear the stump was bloody.
Closeup of the bloody stump,
flash to handsome cop,
“I guess he must have lost his head.”,
Lifts shoulders,
close-up of giant dripping multiple stab wounds in back,
Flash to pretty girl cop,
“That’s from an assault knife”.
To lab
lift sheet, show stump.

Changed channel, this is too much!

Flash to pretty Forensic lady

holding hand of corpse,

gnarly gross hand.

pretty forensic lady grabs snips

cuts off  finger.

Changed the channel this is too much!

Report of kids being shot.

A Blueberry Muffin Poem

Blueberry muffins don’t have to have blueberries
The word blueberry is a marketing term for a product
you see
the blueberries you may remember
were in the muffins baked by your grandmother
a person
today’s blueberry muffins are baked by a corporation
a person,
except this person thinks propylene glycol is
a blueberry

 

The Real Bears

But now sugary drinks are the number one source of calories in the American diet.
With one third of America overweight and another third obese, it’s a wonder
anyone is still swallowing what the soda companies are selling.

You wrote poems to me
we had conversations
without ever speaking
You didn’t know me
I knew you
Some fans sit quietly,
leave quietly
but know they have heard you speak
in words called notes
which weave an improvised tale
like this improvised poem
up and down
with
tone
duration
volume and timbre.
It is the timbre of your life sir
that is the timber of jazz.

Dave Brubeck Interview The Dave Brubeck Quartet and Ralph J. Gleason.

timbre…..n. In acoustics, that characteristic quality of sounds produced from some particular source, as from an instrument or a voice, by which they are distinguished from sounds from other sources, as from other instruments or other voices

poem by David Michael Jackson

The bicycle knows
names
names like
neighborhood schools
say neighborhood
mean segregation
The bicycle rides the roads
the bicycle rides smooth roads
in white neighborhoods
rough roads in black

the bicycle sees
neighborhood roads

Want your road paved?

Make enough to avoid taxes

then my bicycle

can ride your road

but

can I?

My bicycle and I travel the roads in my county. The roads in the rich communities are beautiful and smooth and newly paved as I write this. The richer neighborhoods have twice to three times as many publicly built street lamps and publicly built sidewalks as the poor neighborhoods. Bicycles love smooth roads, the rich have those. I just wonder when I ride these perfect neighborhoods why do they get more of the tax funds than neighborhoods that may pay more taxes? Why do the rich want to pay less and get more. Are they against government and first in line to call about their roads and best at getting the benefits of government?
My bicycle knows about “Neighborhood Roads”.

My bicycle and I know exactly what “Neighborhood Schools” means. I grew up riding a school bus in the south. We passed the “Neighborhood School” for the blacks every day. There was no grass in the yard and the county didn’t even paint the building. I saw neighborhood schools. I was a little child but I knew something was wrong with what I saw out of that window. What I saw was the same thing my bicycle saw.