|
Steven J. Reimer |
|
LOCKDOWN (for animal) The words are locked down Unavailable unavailing Held hostage Victims of daily terror I'll get them in a minute Any time now John Ashcroft will really hate this I know Positive Freedom a cat up a tree Trembling for its life Justice a girl running away from home Knocking on my door Brotherhood a refugee behind an iron fence There were troubadours They had the words Before I found them Safe in their care Guineviere with golden sighs Behind maidenly curtains Trembling knights waiting for their chance Today the tv screen flickers Girls in their prom dresses Smoking a joint No one waits Not now or ever Words are mainly unspoken No troubadour no poet Whitman , emerson , pound & eliot All a waste under lock & key Locked down in their own penitentiary Arms hanging out of bars Words spoken by the old north bridge In manhatta , in exile Are whispered to the guards Guinevere in a golden gown Blushes as she walks dreaming the courtly Romance Part 2 To be a singer in an old man's choir To sit comfortable next to the fire To breathe in moments To sleep under cover To wrest the tune from god's fertile mind To be somewhat less than blind To dream a perfect vibe The rainbow comes and goes We stay mixed in the gray green mist A perfect night a perfect hour Stop here or gently pass Please the mother in your soul Please the father in your eyes Please your brother whom you despise Please the sister of your hopes Perfect the time perfect the place Perfect the human perfect the world The rainbow comes and goes We stay mixed in gray green mist Stop here or gently pass A singer in the choir Patiently waiting amidst the fire part 3 life is warm as brandy going down all the sights all the sounds all the midnight glaring conversations all the morning kisses soft good-byes all the rivers of drifting time everything you presume everything you assume placed at my disposal your presence is not required to win to lose your presence is not required at all close your eyes it all disappears its all still there anyway like the bombs at a moments notice able to arc over the green space missile dismissal your presence is not required a room several generals a briefcase no prayer or the farmer in the real estate office mulling it over no more fields of green just endless houses waiting to be burned happy suburban faces your presence not required he signs the paper just another happy wanderer leaving for the coast life is warm as brandy going down all the sights all the sounds part 4 pardon us the band is late let me take this opportunity to say a few words liberty is not found under the flag is not found under the gun is not found under the sun equality is not a measure is not breathing is not moving at all brotherhood has died in a flaming ball has disappeared behind a barb wire fence has wandered away dreary and alone the words are locked down unavailable , unavailing held hostage whistling through the bars |