The Sea That Swallowed It All

Little birds catch little bugs,
running away from waves.
Not much time to catch their supply
before getting washed away.
   Make it quick, little birds!
  Make it on the dash!
   Take your catch to the trading post
  and swap it out for cash!

Seals swam across the tide
that washed the tips of my toes.
They looked at me with drowsy eyes
and even waved hello.
    Howdy, slippery sea seal.
   Hope yer doin' well.
    Come up closer and tell me,
   whatcha got to sell?

The ocean acted timid
then heaved a heavy sigh.
I said, "Come closer ocean.
Whatcha wanna buy?"
    It breathed bigger waves and
   I was nearly washed away.
    It said, "Your trades bore me."
   Then swallowed up the bay.

Let's Keep Moving

Hunger pangs me, love pains me, music sustains me. Let's keep moving.
News bores me, money ignores me, people entice me. Let's keep moving.
Fiction inspires me, truth enlightens me, roaming drives me. Let's keep moving.
Math confuses me, strangers define me, life survives me. Let's keep moving.
Heaven's beyond me, politics distract me, economy lies. Let's keep moving.
Rain washes me, sunshine bathes me, clouds shade me. Let's keep moving.
Drugs trap me, boozing troubles me, laughing delights me. Let's keep moving.
Songs lift me, stories teach me, banter delights me. Let's keep moving.
Creation amazes me, work strengthens me, boredom kills me. Let's keep moving.
Religion bruises me, argument tires me, God leads me. Let's keep moving.

Three My's...

My American Dream:
"We banter with strangers, then we have friends." - Elwood P. Dowd, Harvey

My National Anthem:
This Land is Your Land

My philosophy:
I am this. Life abounds. Let's mingle.

Sidewalk Party

I played music in the street one day and this guy came up wearing messy clothes with scraggly hair and beard. He listened and clapped along to one of my songs. We started talking. He asked what songs I know. He said do I know any Bob Dylan, so I played Like a Rolling Stone. He sang every single line to that song and when it came time for the harmonica, he cupped his hands up to his mouth and made this loud "Whah whah whah" sound. A group of other people, bums or homeless, beggars, all joined me and we played songs together. Guy at the pretzel cart gave me a free one. It tasted like turpentine. On the streets of NYC, outside of Port Authority, about 4 strangers and myself had a sidewalk party, jamming around and talking. Tony said that if every hour I put 2 dollars of what I earned away, so that I can't use it, by the end of the day I'll have a growing savings account for anything I want to spend it on. Good tip from a beggar.

Riddle Rant Ranger Rufus

Billy the Kid was a nickname until he became an outlaw. Then it was his "alias." Like an "area" becomes a "jurisdiction" for cops.
"Sir, you can't sit on the floor to read."
I'm getting sick of all the little rules. Leash laws. Seat belt laws. These are forms of control. Think you are "Free." I'm going to enjoy wine on Greyhound because I'm thirsty and prefer wine to water. Most people do. Why you think Jesus so often made that fancy little change up?
And I'm gonna sit for a moment to read the Forward written by William Carlos Williams because the book is on the bottom shelf and it hurts my knees to squat. No, i'm not gonna go sit in the in-store Starbucks to read a page and a half. Go shelf books.
"Sir, you're blocking the fire exit." "No I'm not. If  there's a fire, I'll be the first one out the door!"