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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


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


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

Sweetzer Road

Sweetzer Rd is
admittedly devoid
just wandering cows
and rattlesnakes

when you stop here
in roadside shade
there’s no chance
that you’ll miss the town

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

Ranch Exit

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

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

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

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

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

Columbia Daunted but Still Roils

One way these track run
into the elevator
and onto Mt Hood

Turning east
stopped by wooden fence
dam the beyond
columbia daunted
but stil roils

stunted but strong
regressed to measure and
water spreads
thinner than gold
every fiefdom wants a piece so they
bridge it
dam and tame it

rocks and monuments
observe the folly
silt builds up behind
water cool ahead
moving beyond memories
of drowned villages and
uncovered artifacts
entombed, enshrined
only the tugboats
come close

barge drifting
silos wait
trains slip past
and columbia rolls

Kerouac’s San Francisco in Dave’s Vancouver – Postcard #30

Postcards from Gravelly Beach - Array of Envelopes and Cards

On a North Van hillside, Dave reads a few choruses from Jack Kerouac’s “San Francisco Blues” and talks about “Ti Jean’s” writing life, including his dexterous style and notable substance – plus expresses affection for Vancouver and the joys of rediscovery.

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Rilke’s Letters at a Breezy Island Market – Postcard #29

Postcard from Gravelly Beach – Letters on ship table

At Granville Island Market on a breezy spring day, Dave talks about Czech/German/French writer Rainer Maria Rilke and reads from Letter # 10 from “Letters to a Young Poet,” plus offers discourse about the writing life, dealing with creative conditions and personal honesty – plus chats about the charming Vancouver False Creek waterfront.

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