The poem
ocean wave moving across sail crape rays sun glimmering sea rail sunset, campfire beach street revolutionary figures, walk taken along the sand, somewhere between my lost words and your masters calling, a road shadow left behind late night limo meditation
faces painted inside book store poster
the people visiting here taking their walks along Coastal Boulevard
watching from a wooden patio bench outside La Jolla’s Contemporary Museum of Art, writing my scratch paper notes looking for a meaning behind palm café smoke hidden fields of lavender, and times masquerade ride to no where,
Stacciolis, plymouth pigmented arrow vision, pointing due north, a metal sculptured line separating the Garden to an open view of the bay, his blue sign dividing the horizon into one expanding view of the world
Jordan incenses burning late into the next morning
country rides between Madison, and Milwaukee, cemetery Detroit love, slab parties in Spokane, Philadelphia streets, clubs in Boston, and DC, face of a Shaman painted in the sky above India tundra, living in a Huntington Beach TV motel
I will remember the times I hitched hiked across this country until owl flag cassette dreams come and take away my memories
sitting here watching the Seagulls sorrowing over cliff wake drifts, lifting their bodies to morning’s first haze line, a current edge catching their expanded wings sending them back to ocean’s waiting tide, gliding them parallel to a white rip stretched below the rocks, books written on the road vested under Spanish gypsy wine the different paths we each take to find life’s secret walkway, loves gated truth
people below the street view ledge watching seal Pelicans resting along the sheltered caves of the Cove
observing the different ways of Dao, ladder shell rock steps weeded in salted words, outlining the memories of those i’ve loved
Abbess of Bingin, Trois of France, John Lenon, and Yoko Ono’s songs of peace, playing over the radio, crown pastel figurine standing in the Museum’s Garden, reminding me of Grayson’s, Blue Tree painting hanging from my library wall
your intellectual kisses if there is one idea, one message I could leave you with my love
it would be this, Webster stamp opinion I have on Constructive Anarchism
Defined as an act of protest that disrupts and/or terminates the social, economical, or political illegalities institutionalized into our society, by either government, business, and / or by individuals, which jeopardize the safety and welfare of humanity. Accomplished with out the lost of life. A form of protest protected universally by what ever means necessary.