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I had the honor of hosting ‘ A Poetry Show’ in Olympia. A weekly showcase of poets from Oly, doing our thing, live. We had a show Wednesday’s in Olympia. We were on the stage at Le Voyeur, 6 to 7:45 just before their ‘Vomity’ comedy show.

We are on covid break like everyone else.

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(Here is what I imagine might have been heard if today was 1969 here in Olympia but with all the issues of today tossed into the Word Salad. )

Its called

“Olympia – Oh L Why.”

 

Olympia!  Oh L Why?

Why are the hungry on the streets?

Not lying between the sheets with freedom in comfort.

Oh!

 

The capitol, driven in derision from your “Center of Captial-ism”,

A spasm of pain,

Writhing in the game,

The politicians play but don’t want to be named,

As a failure of the poor people’s campaign.

Oh!

 

The L,

What the hell?

The businesses just want to sell,

Not deal with the homeless smell,

That they are driving to a greater swell,

Cause minimum wage is all they will shell,

Medical and dental treatment for Opioid?

You are calling out into a void,

Avoiding.

Eye contact and discussion of solution.

Oh! L!

 

Y?

Oh hell why?

Why ask not, take your pot,

Be happy and free to fail, but beg not or go to jail,

The workers of the collective bargain,

Do not want to see you begging.

Don’t shoot! Up in the streets,

And make your camps and protests neat.

You can kneel in your church just not at the Seahawks game,

In Washington, the state, we exclaim,

We are liberal but not insane,

A touch of the social, but mostly in name.

Where can you put all the blame?

Olympia!

Capitol!

OH! L! Y!

 

Some Cuts

 

Sometimes you can see the cut, is not that deep.

Others you don’t know till it wakes you from your sleep.

One time you may feel no pain,

Until it starts to heal again.

You don’t think it’s so bad, but it’s the worst you’ve ever had.

 

Bind up, and tie up the wounds.

Get thicker skin, try to begin to heal.

Fight back, and stay out of the tombs.

Learn better ways, avoid it and you won’t feel.

 

But some wounds never heal.

 

You try to elevate, and demonstrate good sense.

You might try to stay safe, and stay behind your fence.

But you have to go out, to get supplies,

To deal with the others and a pack of lies.

You have to plan if you don’t want a surprise.

 

Rise up, and sing your merry tune.

Join in some other song just to be part of the deal.

Don’t hold back, to get out of the gloom.

Share the strength, so you don’t have to kneel.

 

But some things never heal.

 

The fight and the struggle go on and no one wins.

Seems you just got done and another day begins.

You seem to forget about the pain.

Until it takes you down again.

Last time not so bad, but you’ve been really had.

 

This wound now has festered and spread,

You can’t stand the pain in your head.

Everything is turning to gloom,

You feel like it’s spelling your doom.

 

Because some wounds never heal.

 

She was so happy she would clap.

I can’t remember such a time.

I sat like I was ready to snap,

She’s obviously feeling fine.

 

I hear the the rhythm of the drums and bass.

I see the smile on her face,

The dancers fell all about the place,

We started running a different race.

 

Oh! Hear the singer cry!

Oh! See Mercy stretching to the sky.

See the guitar play us oh so high!

Celebrate don’t need a reason why.

 

Clap baby clap make me feel all right.

Dance people dance deep into the night.

Let everyone fill with joy at the sight,

Leave the sadness behind and feel your mind take flight.

 

Jump up and dance just take a step or two.

Give in to the rhythm you know what to do,

You can let go to make it through.

Use the music as your happy tool.

 

Oh! Hear the singer cry!

Oh! See Mercy stretching to the sky.

See the guitar play us oh so high!

Celebrate don’t need a reason why.

She

said

she

loved

me.

I

loved

her.

She

loved

me.

“It’s always the quiet ones.”

Said the Sheriff with his hand on his hip guns.

You could see the mixture of sadness and wonder in his face and eyes.

“There must have been something that really set her off.” as the camera pulls out you can see where the body lies.

 

“Is she going to jail now Sheriff?” Said the nearest talking head.

“Because she kept going after he was dead?”

“No, it may be gruesome but it appears justified.”

“We believe this was the serial rapist that had died.”

“Once we have analysed the DNA,

I believe this lady will be shown a hero this day.”

 

There is a pause as some reporters jot this down.

Then another asks if the head was ever found.

“Yes with some dogs headed toward town.

We followed the blood trail across the ground.”

 

“How many blows?” Pipes up a reporter in sharp clothes.

“It will be quite a challenge before the coroner knows.”

“Why did she react with so much violent rage?”

“We suspect a previous assault left her pent up for an age.”

 

“Her husband actually had to pull her off.

Long passed when this fellow had had enough.

That poor women must have had it tough.

To loose control that bad means she had it rough.”

 

“The security camera footage clearly shows,

The attempted assault and then the blows.

She didn’t really stop until she hit her own husband on the nose.

But when you assault a women I guess this is how it goes.”

 

“The women is being checked out at the hospital for possible broken fists.

It’s possible she even broke her wrists.

If not we’d be amazed at this.

She didn’t want to go but we insist.”

 

“She was treated with ice right here at the scene.

Her hands were so swollen and bloody, poor thing.

We almost had to cut off her ring.

She may have broken her finger from a swing.”

 

The blood appears on the TV as a dark stain,

Spreading from where the body has lain,

One larger streak crossing the flower bed.

No doubt it came from the head.

We are all mutants, you and I,

Mutated related syncopated slightly jaded,

So different in the way we cry,

outraged , and caged, happy or faded.

 

Some of us have wings,

Some are smaller things,

Some are caged birds who sings,

Some with spots and some with rings.

 

Darwinian dreams, we creatures who stand,

Spicy or bland alone together we band,

How we help out or sit on our hand,

Fly with joy or crawl in the sand.

 

Some of us with words demanding to be written,

Some of us rough and some like a kitten,

Some of you in love while others not smitten,

Some of us are fools while others once bitten.

 

Brightly feathered or colored with ink on our skin,

Some of us victors some victims of sin,

The joy of us all so much to take in,

The wondrous of creatures oh where to begin?

 

The noise that we make take laughter that’s fake,

Or the moans that are soft vs one when we shake,

The greetings “oh hi” to “How’s it hanging Jake!”

While internally our voices say how much more can I take?

 

There are a few monsters, some found in our beds,

Some parents some teachers, some live in our heads,

Some bald, some long hairs, some wear ties, some wear dreads,

Some take your breathe and others left many dead.

 

But life givers we have who make music and poets,

Heal wounds with kind words and good feelings they show it,

There are those who speak for the voiceless they orate,

Others wear t-shirts, tank tops, or pussy hats and enjoy it.

 

All of humanity on one big display,

To look at each one would take more than a day,

Or a week or month or a lifetime away,

See them working or not, see them at play.

 

So alike so very different, those teachers and students,

Beginners and experts at dance and small movements,

It would be hard to say how to make more improvements,

And forget not this fact: We are all just mutants.

The boy in the bubble

 

I used to make it a point to say goodnight.

Cause I always wanted you to know it was alright.

And the first thing I would do when my head cleared in the morning,

Was to let you know that I still had that feeling.

 

I felt all the things I did to make your world better,

Would be things that would hold ourselves together.

I felt deeply that you knew,

All those things I did for you.

 

Now I feel like the boy in the bubble,

Just trying to survive I make trouble.

I can’t touch you and really feel,

Nothing much seems real.

We’re separated and numb,

Now I’m feeling dumb.

 

You can go anywhere,

I’ll always be right here.

You’re the one who is free,

I will always be alone with me.

 

And anything I did was wrapped,

In my plastic life and trapped,

Never really peaking through,

Never really touching you.

 

Now I feel like the boy in the bubble,

Just trying to survive is such trouble.

I can’t touch you and really feel,

Nothing much seems real.

We’re separated and numb,

If you leave then I can’t come.

On this cold, cold winter’s evening,

I’ve had a feeling like I have been grieving,

But I want a future without so much sadness,

Just one evening ahead filled with gladness.

Somebody get me a Santa Claus!

Wrap me up in a tasteless sweater,

See the snow prints from a rabbit’s paws.

Pour me a tody or some spicy eggnog!

I need to feel everything is getting better,

I need the heat from that ol’ Yule Log.

Cause it’s another snowy winter,

And we’ve already been in the dark.

I feel the need for the cry of the jolly fat man,

And see the red glow of a reindeer’s nose.

Somebody get me a Santa Claus!

Wrap me up in a tasteless sweater,

See the snow prints from a rabbit’s paws.

Pour me a tody or some spicy eggnog!

I need to feel everything is getting better,

I need the heat from that ol’ Yule Log.

We had enough of the blinding snow.

Tis the season of joy and peace.

We need to hear a little “Ho, Ho, Ho!”

We’re desperate for this seasonal release.

Somebody get me a Santa Claus!

Wrap me up in a tasteless sweater,

See the snow prints from a rabbit’s paws.

Pour me a tody or some spicy eggnog!

I need to feel everything is getting better,

I need the heat from that ol’ Yule Log.

Too much cold can blue the soul,

Need the sharing and caring.

Laughter and shine no lumps of coal,

bring me the dude whose red suit wearing.

Somebody get me a Santa Claus!

Wrap me up in a tasteless sweater,

See the snow prints from a rabbit’s paws.

Pour me a tody or some spicy eggnog!

I need to feel everything is getting better,

I need the heat from that ol’ Yule Log.

 

Listening to this groove for hours,
smoking on green bud and flowers,
trying to get up some super powers,
standing tall to leap Trump towers.

Gotta get back up cause they got my back up,

stand tall and strong until we stack up,

no p*grabbing back stabbing hiding in cabin rights nabbing,

no club shooting polluting point mooting rooty tooting,

we got to keep trying stop crying not buying their lying.

stop hating keep mating rights inflating educating,

Listening to this groove for hours,
smoking on green bud and flowers,
trying to get up some super powers,
standing tall to leap golden towers.

 

Not coal digging oil rigging but song singing help slinging keep thinking,

bomb dropping in club hopping not drone flying wedding crashing making ash for cash before they dash.