Sunday, September 16, 2012

DYLAN AT THE BEAT MUSEUM



DYLAN AT THE BEAT MUSEUM

I went to the beat museum
but they wanted eight dollars.
Eight dollars of my hard earned money.
Eight dollars of my cracking eggs for the people on the sidewalk.
Eight dollars of slicing peppers and peeling onions in a kitchen
inside a truck.
Eight dollars of my eyes weeping as I slice.
Eight dollars, man.

For eight dollars I could buy a roll of paper
or a typewriter ribbon
to unroll my blood, sweat, and tears
down Woody Guthrie’s ribbon of highway
in this, MY land
of Earth, Wind, and Fire
all the way home.

I stand with my hand out
on the sidewalk.
Not asking for eggs, or egg money or pin money or pin numbers
Not asking for a lower tax rate or higher fences
or to sanctify gay marriage or to marry a sanctimonious bastard.

Just asking
for eight dollars.
Just asking
to see some Beats.

I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for the Beat Museum today.

Can I borrow eight dollars, man?

Monday, June 6, 2011

THE BEEHIVE


 

I want a beehive for my tombstone
No formaldehyde for me
Just sprinkle seeds of clover
I’ll be breakfast for the bee.

For I’ve lived my life in cycles
And this is just one more
I’ll be waiting for the morning to arrive.

And the bee will take me round the bend
And then she will return
Collecting her nectar for the hive

I want a beehive for my tombstone
No formaldehyde for me
Just sprinkle seeds of clover
I’ll be breakfast for the bee.

Now only cry a little
And only for the beauty
For the clover will make seeds of her own.

And the bee will keep the cycle
And the sun will rise again
And someone may remember my song

I want a beehive for my tombstone
No formaldehyde for me
Just sprinkle seeds of clover
I’ll be breakfast for the bee.

For I’ve lived my life in cycles
And this is just one more
I’ll be waiting for the morning to arrive.

And the bee will take me round the bend
And then she will return
Sipping sweet honey from the hive

I want a beehive for my tombstone
No formaldehyde for me
Just sprinkle seeds of clover
I’ll be breakfast for the bee.

I want a beehive for my tombstone
No formaldehyde for me
Just sprinkle seeds of clover
I’ll be breakfast for the bee.