Soul Train

Some days I’m
Wound too tight.
I’m all Invisible
Train wrecks deep
Inside my mind.

I’m all swirling
Words crashing down.
And every time
I turn around,
Bam! Boom! Bang!
Little stick men
Thick stick women,
Strewn all about!

Oh! Those poor
Little stick men
Thick stick women!
They were only
Coming home from
A days work.

They should have
Hitched a ride
On the 408.
Not my uptight
upright mental gate.

The 408′s gotta
Smooth funk Captain,
That sails like
A midnight pirate
On alpha waves.
He never crashes,
And every ride’s
Sweet soul thumpin’!

No! No! No!
Don’t want that
Stick-man fate.
Hook me up!
I’ll stand all
Day in line.
Just wanna ride
That funky bumpin’
Sweet Soul Train.

*This post started life as something else,
but ended up an ode to Soul Train.
That’s just how the creative process goes
–and that’s a pretty good thing!

Or it could be a tribute –
Which ever definition
floats your boat is just fine by me.
All I really wanted from beginning
to end is for everyone to:

Have A Funky Great Day and Rock Steady, Baby!

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For today, turn it off. The fractions, the distractions, And all those moaning contraptions. For today, turn it all off! It’s your choice. Speak your words for the public, Dress and wrap them boldly. Or, speak a lyrical silence. Your thoughts a private treasure, To be puzzled out and savored instead. Yes. That is it.

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