Take a Tip From the Man

Take a tip from the man

Mr. Uncle Sam

Don’t believe all you hear

When they tell you where to steer

Shift

Change gears

Floor it

Explore it

Ignore the constant battering

Insincere flattering

When your skin’s torn and tattered

Tell them what you mean

Relay the scene

To front with another tip

Two on with an easy slip

Tear down with a magnet grip

Calculate

Can’t you see

Who drew the map you made for me?

Don’t take this too seriously

Till I show you the Truth

When I look inside myself

The “all” there is is not enough to me

Who wins when thyme takes time

Again and again I say,

“Since the past laughed a giraffe in half

To cast an iron wire to tire the liar with a flyer

Of paper wafers escaping the draping darkness

Of hands of men with eyes of tin

Who want to steal some grins

For their mouthless faces

With up to date

Reports of retorts to restore

Humor to the humorless

Glamor to the glamorless

Enamored when I hammer this home

That life can begin on Earth

For what it’s worth

And I don’t need breath

For a run-on sentence

To finish it or diminish a fish’s wish

Of lungs and a sense of self

When they can’t help wandering asunder

Through the unseparated mist that twists

In and over

Out and under

Rain and thunder

Awe and wonder

Strange becomes stranger

Range of a ranger

A Dane is in danger

What is in water

Why is in wider

Two can be tighter

Now is the always the time

Wherever you are

Whenever you sojourn

Wherever I go

I hope to learn

My thoughts’ll begin to curve

I may even learn to surf

When I’m back on home turf

I’d like to eat some fruit

And settle down with you

I like the color blue

It’s in the middle of beauty

And truly, yes truly

I end this poem

Without a rhyme