Sunday, February 27, 2011


This is a tribute to my hesitant mentor.

The fabric of our restraints was sewn in the same sweat shop,

probably in the Philippines.

And the neighborhood watch guarding our brains is asleep on the job

accept me as your student

I supplicate myself on bony knees.

My heart beats irregularly because it needs a valve and cylinder job

like your dust-covered Kawasaki Custom Dream Bike

Give the angels the keys and show me some blues scales.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Debris From a Former World

In my quest for the Arctic Wolf I crossed hundreds of miles of tundra and came across this relic of past ages entombed in the snow and ice. I pity the poor traveler who abandoned ship. I picked through his dusty posessions and came on some dirty clothes and cans of salmon and some books of philosophy. There is no telling what kind of person he was or what he was searching for here in the bleak arctic, but he represents that eternal longing in us all, that mythological creature who finds no contentment in his surroundings and his thirst for new experience is never quenched.

Who knows where my own travels will take me but I raise my glass to this vagabond in his 1969 Ford Econoline conversion van. May his road be filled with adventure and may he never be content as long as there is an unexplored horizon in the distance to draw him on.
Walk well, my brother

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