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Wildflower, for Foster (song)

Words by Dave Olson with Mikael Lewis written in Pokhara, Nepal
Music, vocals, guitars Mikael Lewis, recorded in Utah, USA

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Wildflower (for Foster)

Foster can you tell me
where the hell you left those tapes?
I was riffing on my first guitar
you were mouthing poetry scapes

I’d go to visit your gravesite
but I’d hate to waste that precious hour
you don’t belong in flat mown lawn
when you are a wildflower

Recorded in my parent’s basement
our earnest, green, unflinching truth
unaware that three short years later
you’d be cashing in on your youth

Don’t need to pour one out for you
or leave a fat one rolled
I’ll just light the signal fires
To make sure your story is told
The tale of the wildflower

I ignored their useless platitudes
self-serving, cliched and quaint
You and I both know what the truth is
And so I share this brief lament

I visit you atop the mountain
Where freedom lives and truth is found
When morning light first hits that meadow
I’ll have proof that the wildflower lives

April 1 & 2, 2017
Words by Dave Olson and Mikael Lewis
Music by Mikael Lewis

 

Most critical part of postcards / letters are: a proper address and a friend to write

Of course, the most critical part of postcards and letters are: a proper address to send it to, and a friend to write.

Also, I like to think about all the hands which touch the card as it makes the journey from my writing desk to a happy (I expect) recipient who peeks in their post box / letter slot and see something other than a utility bill or an bulk/junk mail from a real estate agent.

I also wonder how the “hand off“ in international mail works from one country to the next. Do the workers peek at the – almost illegible – scribble on my postcards? Do they wonder who wrote the missives and who the recipient is? . Do you think about these logistics & vagaries? Or is it just me? .

Rod H. Ash – Just rec’d news that…

As life goes… coming online brought devastating news. My dear comrade Rod Howard Ash passed away in his sleep in Provo, Utah. Memorial and burial already behind and his gaggle of admirers are bound for Diamond Fork hot pots to magnify his memory.

On the Diamond Fork trail with Rod and Oly - Sept. 2016
On the Diamond Fork trail with Rod and Oly – Sept. 2016

This sacred place is the last place i saw this wonderful man –,i was in rough shape and he whisked me, Marty, his son and nephew up to our “church”, yabbering & driving like Neal Cassady – effervscent with lifeforce & boundless energy & optimism. Of course his hair added another 6 inches to the 4 his creepers gave him. A natural diplomat, super conductor & connector with style & smile for days.

Im not sure why him and not me.

Will love him forever and will be in Utah during Memorial Day weekend for Mom’s body donor ceremony and will pay a proper tribute with tears & poems.

Thank you for showing me what boundless love looks like Mr. Ash. You are ours forever.

(Rod snapped this photo of me along the trail to the springs where we savoured so many happy times)

Note to self: add the other snaps from Rod’s camera that Diamond Fork day

So Many Miles

So many miles I’ve traveled
Just to find two friends
A lover and a sidekick
Who are with me to the end

Vertical feet gained
To find the thinnest air

The porthole is my telescope
any day beyond is your relevant
so I create a religion to explain
The things I cannot see

Then, with brass bolts,
connect to reality

Journal: Initiate’s Journey for Scrounge Lounge (for Pete in Austin)

Greetings from Elsewhere: Created for Pete Word who provided safe haven in time of turmoil for a lost healing battered confused version.

Journal: Initiate's Journey for Scrounge Lounge 
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