The Asphalt Skies and Bright Blue Streets

Bob, , , 
To scribble out this uncanny dictation,
Of futuristic leanings while footing graffiti high-wires,
A steady diet of clouds and dusk ribbons,
The poesy of winged chance presses for uncertainty,
Late summer asters for a steering wheel,
While standing on the handlebars of rocket ships,
Err on the side of poetry, 
Like a full-grown beard on a butterfly,
A pittance of infinity to push off from,
Into the rummage of beauty and farewells,
Swung into a metaphysical orbit
Of awe inducing perspective,
The weight of everything coexists
With everything.

15 thoughts on “The Asphalt Skies and Bright Blue Streets”

  5. “Uncanny” indeed! I am pulled in two different directions reading this as I often am reading your poetry, from the “asters” which I learned are a type of flower followed by the “handlebars of rocket ships.” There is so much longing to soar in those two lines, at least to me there is…that important will to transcend our own pitiful condition and then you do it again a few lines earlier with “futuristic leanings while footing graffiti high-wires,” again that longing to soar out of our self and later on, more of the duality with “beauty and farewells,” which I guess is the deal on planet earth or as you put it so nicely, “The weight of everything coexists With everything” which makes things seem like not so much a duality and more like one is everything together. I don’t know if that makes sense, but this is a great for processing the highs and lows of being alive, a reminder that both are part of this experience.

    “futuristic leanings.” I like saying that over and over.

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    1. Thanks so much Steve. I’m really glad you liked the last line. That’s what I was trying to say there. And I think you are right about processing the highs and lows. And how to navigate all that. The line about the rocket ships started out ghost riding rocket ships like we used to do with our bmx bikes.

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      1. Alright! I like that I got what you were going for in the last line. I’m often hesitant about commenting on poems….afraid that I totally missed the point or maybe that’s the beauty of poetry – it impacts people differently and plus you make your blog welcoming and I appreciate that.

        Oh man, you got guts to ride a bmx bike. An old friend in Milwaukee used to ride….went to competitions and stuff like that. I’m gonna tell him about “ghost riding rocket ships.” The closest I got to riding bmx was riding a skateboard for one night in the paved back behind our house. It had cement wheels.

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      2. I don’t ride a bmx anymore. But as kids we used to ghost ride them over ramps we’d build. A skateboard with cement wheels? Weird. I was never good at skateboarding. A lot of my friends were, and I was always jealous. I’m glad you think the blog is welcoming!

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      3. If i remember right, most skateboards when i was a teenager had wheels made of cement and then at some point, the great people made rubber wheels and skateboarding evolved.

        My bmx friend eventually invited me into his circle of bmx friends and one of them, Dougie, talked often about radical and so I asked him about it and he told me you can get radical doing anything and “washing dishes?” I asked and he said absolutely and I never forgot that….I try and wash my dishes before smoking and watching tv at night.

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