"freedom is illegal" (7/4/2013)

fireworks are illegal
but so was(were) the(ir) Revolution(s)
and now they are still both for sale.

outside now beyond my beach and tattered blanket soar
the rockets above houses glimmering to glare and
tiny bombs; lost focus, in air.
and independence on the television screen scape rebel
news as white noises in between while:

birthing nations burden
and anticipation spray the human air
white/red
as freedom in a prep school text
remind me that freedom is illegal,
until you change the rules, make
ill eagle legal
and break free.
you tell me
the
sky is blue and
i believe you.

“the eve of free"

“free…..h (soft h into…) huh,soft (?) question mark”
“free! …-yeah…asked reassuringly and unsure, (?) same punctuation, but
curious
and I just stood
among the swelling
browning grey and
bumps of ice,
shell and rock sand
against my thighs, my
thinks and my windows
throwing a line

free
with my wife and mama Dale and two daughters behind as I
flung the line
and pulled it slow
talkin
and
talking alone
to nobody that
any one of you could see then
the one we all talk about or don’t
and
I know that we all know about
Freedom
But I tell you
in that wash and azure
sunset affect
in that turbulence I was
free
nsa bug in my tackle box
or not; “synermy” spy
with satellite relays
message rays to some
drone that aims
a missile at my chest
but I was free right there;
free within
all of this that I know
and that knows me
and you and their doctors and
their favorite drinks, smokes
fishes, rivers, mountains
and ,moons.
it all knows it all, and my mind
for that brief time was free
and my arse…
walked as I pulled the wagon home.
(7/3/13) pgr

in Virginia

i swear an
i’m like that counter part
cohort to Stretch Armstrong;
-that reptilian, stegosaurus-spiked and
upright
swamp monster
that nobody remembers the name to
but YOU
YOU, …
-out of all thought IT the fastest
and THAT connected us forever though
i may never know TO
that day in my childhood when I
filled the green thing full of
air powered pellets after
wrapping it taught around
a young Pine Tree,
don’t know what type of Pine,
it was in Virginia;
I know of all the pines around here
but don’t know the Virginia ones;
just the Azaleas and the Dogwood blooms.
(7/4/13:1200hrs) and eleven