MUSING ON THE MUSIC

Buffalo Springfield – For What It’s Worth 

fresh showered air

his shirt over bare 

breasts – drifting -

the future as smoke –

sitting on my knees 

framing the world on

his bed – 

college 

nights

~

Pink - What About Us 

tear stained blood

hips sway in heat

beckoning beckoning

forward pulse pounding

wayward fairytales -

mocking happy endings

the surge sudden pounding

as surf in tsuami of found

power – discovered 

~

Get Up Stand Up – Bob Marley

Soft summer sand dancing 

night frangipangi air –iced

anisette in salt-sandy hands 

hair tossed – slapping hips 

pulled, pulled close – at sea

edge together hips bang – 

feet moving together – 

licorice on lips –tomorrow 

a given born in the swaying 

night 

 ~

 Billie Holiday - Strange Fruit 

fruit long past rot on 

ancient gnarled trees 

click clacking bones  

flesh rip-plucked long 

ago –fetid malevolence 

floats steamy –echoes 

of breath choked in 

magnolia – swaying

drifting –drifting from

poplar tree to city street – 

strange fruit – no longer 

strange

 ~

John Lenon - Give Peace A Chance

bare feet stomping 

turquoise anklets jingling 

below breasts high and

free, naked under sheer

cotton soft as baby breath

tambourine keeping time in 

heartbeats – together hand 

claps – clarion voices joyous

flush with youth and power

sing as we pass the wine- hand

to hand- bare feet stomping

the pace of the certain future

A long stomp – the beat goes on

in marching memories of feet 

flying backward and forward 

as the tambourine continues 

to play – the young guys 

dead or almost –wanted 

it right then –will take

it now –torn hearts 

beat in unison – 

for a simple chance - 

lottery tickets still 

available.