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The Ferry Changes Tack

The ferry changes tack
to let the seaplanes land
tilts gamely from
the wake left behind

dragonflys were
the first to migrate
flying miles in just a day
discovered by someone younger
studying ambered fossil chunks
and specific DNA

cruisers berthed in harbour
barges haul the ore
trains railing sulphur,
prairie wheat and coal

ships robust laden
steaming to a horn
lonely crewman leans past jericho
leaving gastown cobbles behind

Edwin Embarks

Edwin wake up!
His father shook the boy
the journey begins this moment
before us long roads
and open seas

but poppa i’m tired he cried
and missing ma so much
do we have to go now
tell me why we must

Yes child
i believe you
hard and drawn
cobble paths and study oars
lead to distant shores and homes

but we’ll leave our home
and the greenest shore
grey rocky bluffs
that we’ll see no more

myths we follow
to a westfaced coast
somewhere vacant
with peaceful straits

stony walls
upturned hulls
protect us now
from the wolves

edwin let’s tread
come boy you’re strong
adventure awaits us
lit by late summer sun

Dramatic Times, Drastic Crimes

Dramatic times
drastic crimes
committed every hour

Killing words
from overlords
hoarding stolen power

Except for us
it’s all a bust
why bother even trying

C:

I’ll tell you why
if i can figure
which are the lies
and when i’m fibbing

It’s something about
knowing the way to lead
and kickin’ the
misguided reasons spinning

B:

Ride along and smile twice
and i’ll always see you later
if you need a chance
remember to to ask
me when i get a clue

Origins of Tapioca

Pondering the origins of tapioca
is it a gelatin or does it come from
uhhh a tree or something?

“It’s gelatin,” she says
so they can make it any size they want.

I am a bit confused
but I nod along
don’t have a guess
so either way
i’m wrong

Juniper Road

Juniper road
Umitilla highlands
the pass heads straight down
to the straight road
into Pendleton

High as radio waves
past towers, o’er canals
Burley in the distance
moon just shy of half
just enough though
to light the stars

Pondering the Question of Advice

He pondered the question
for over a day
he could have died without answering

finally, calling me close, hoarsely

“make a hundred million then cut and run”

The Smallest Town

The smallest town possible
is a hamlet i guess
Sublett, Idaho
(or Utah?)
no matter
i’ve gone twice

Sunken Awake

Ashen sunken
eyes awake slowly
from morphine haze
“it relieves the anxiety to breath”

from time to time
he screams “i can’t breathe”
and i say “you’re breathing now”

he remembers his father, “a financial genius” he says
he is the kindly man with the pipe in the painting
“it hangs above my bed”
each word slow
he was always good to me and he is calling me home

come wuickly he said
i won’t last long
don’t leave yet
you’ll have to wait

he said,
i am just too tired
i am just too tired
i am ready to go
i am scared

head drops
struggles to move
i am ready to go

Ranch Exit

V1
Ranch exit Oh de Oh
O’er the pass we gonna roll
‘nigh services up ahead
just us and trucks
rounding the bend

C
Dropping in and shiftng down
half past Snoville by 10 oh 5
would stop for pie
if the town were open
but shuttered down
so we keep on rolling

V2
Ranch Exit Hi di hoh
mother trucker swerving solo
slow on down ya great big loader
bail out lane is
right there for ya

V3
Ranch Exit Low de doh
diggin the starshine show
riding green and rolling low
past the flying J
dark in idaho

B
Ursa Major pointing us ahead
wellsville rising far behind
as we are northward bound
idaho’s road are bumpy
utah beer is swill
oregon holds the gas pump and
washington is greener still