Just who was driving the bus

which collided head on with the car at the crossing

where both were struck by the train

which maybe no one was driving;

after all there really is no engineer,

and if the whole damn thing jumps the tracks

well,

there’s an end to it.

We are seed.

Our entire fragrance,

Color,

Life span,

Waits for germination to become exactly

Our entire fragrance,

Color,

Life span;

Yet we walk,

Talk,

Act and interact with garden;

Vie for sun light,

Die for want of rain.

Born a thistle

Strive to blossom rose,

Or seed at least as such.

One must trade something,

Perhaps as simple as time

To make the journey;

Plant the seed,

Tend the field, harvest the wheat,

Winnow,

Grind flour,

Knead dough,

Gather wood for the fire,

Bake the bread or trade something for it,

Perhaps as simple as time.

And should one acquire a taste for honey,

Desire marmalade or strawberry jam,

There will be more gardens to tend,

More time to find and barter away,

More disappointment to face even

On the meditation journey to immortal happiness.

My fellows,

My friends,

Shall I come with sandals and robe,

Thrust forward the bowl of my heart

Trust it will be filled, as will my belly,

Or wait on anonymous street corners for

Strangers to pass, drop dollars and dimes,

Trading my time for their indulgence.

May I bake at your hearth,

Break my bread at your table;

Offer silence,

Kind words, good intension,

A strong back in exchange?

Who will shelter the un-ordained;

The seeking soul,

The traveler contaminated with a lust

For honey?

Shall he live in a box,

Sleep on a bench,

Read by street light,

Meditate in the warmth of the library on cold northern days

Or trade;

Trade until the cupboard is bare,

Intention a memory,

The back no longer strong,

Kind words become bitter

Or too close to the truth

And only strangers fill the bowl,

Offer alms out of goodness or guilt,

Turns their eyes as they pass the homeless old person

Meditating their way to immortal joy.

Delaying the Inevitable

Life does change,

Or things at least do;

Not change you can count on,

Change you can believe in, but change none the less.

It may take longer in some environments than others,

Happens quicker in bacteria and insects

Than slow moving humans

Who change their environment rather than evolve

To meet the challenge of change.

Bacteria for example become immune to drugs

As cockroaches do to poison;

Changing and surviving,

We purchase surgical masks and continue breathing polluted air

Or move to the suburbs,

A type of economic evolution I suppose.

America for example,

Moves at a different pace,

Is more insulated from certain pressures,

Certain types of social change then say,

South Africa.

Here, in America there is more;

More resources to delay at least

The inevitable.

We spend billions on Bird Flu which may or may not exist,

Taking dollars from unstable economies like a carnival barker

Taking dimes from the rubes

While in Washington DC HIV AIDS decimates.

We manufacture in the third world rather than pay

The true price of goods in US currency.

Here there are enough reasons and resources to

Lay off a few million while

Ensuring the rest of the masses have cake or

At least HDTV built by workers without

Health care or plumbing.

Strangely enough without the comforts

Many of them are or

Soon will be lacking as

The inevitable creeps ever closer.

Rich enough,

Powerful enough,

Stubborn enough to go to

War over oil

(Thank god it’s not wheat)

Rather than evolve a product or

Change life style,

Pay the cost of this stubborn refusal to change in

Lives and today’s dollars for

Generation that may never arrive because

She feels the interest on Her

Human Capital credit card will never come due or

The whore is just waiting for the next sugar daddy of a conflict to

Balance the books;

Delaying the inevitable until

Someone’s to blame,

Saddam is preferable but

Bush or Obama will certainly do.

The words were not Thai

or English.

No one,

Thai or English

understood them.

Morphine or phentanol induced they came in bursts,

loud,

clear,

unintelligible.

Fits and bursts,

an occasional word in one language or the other

escaping from the mind,

mouth,

psyche of the dying man

sleeping wide awake and small within the arms of the recliner;

small, thin,

impossibly thin,

knees twice the size of emaciated thighs.

.

Soaring,

hang gliding through the universe,

speaking in tongues to god

or someone exactly like her,

unaware of me, the healer, she,

the wife,

him,

the older brother,

Victor,

the son pacing.

Me,

I could not touch this place although

I may have been there in some far off recent past,

visited a while, and ambled on.

She,

she is simply hoping he will say I love you or

I hunger,

thirst,

desire some thing obtainable in words she understands

as she sits and holds his hand.

Him, the man I do not know

sits and stands,

sees perhaps a shadow of the future, wishes resolution;

will leave and come to sit or stand until uncomfortable again.

Victor turns the stereo to full and sings

He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands

loudly,

alternating it with Kumbia again and again.

Chinese?

I ask,

His father was

and now he rides the dragon.

Great wings and fire rise, take him far,

so far he remembers what he never thought he knew,

chasing dreams and dragon’s breath beyond

the cords and corridors of self until

the face or form of god is seen.

The wheel becomes a turn of hands on clock,

the clock an abacus

counting, ever counting in a way that we,

she, he, I can not imagine

and only Victor’s seen.

Blessing and Opportunity

I have been fortunate, as so many of the dying say,

To live.

Not well,

For I have issues of misunderstanding;

Neglect to water such flowers as my garden grows,

To grasp, harvest, split and taste;

Savor the sweet papaya that ripens on the vine.

I am fortunate, as so many of the dying are,

To live;

To smell the multi-flowered bouquet of friendship,

Hold a grandchild’s hand; listen to the heartbeat of the night,

Hear a lover’s steady breathing as they slumber by my side,

Glory in the sun, the air, the sound of surf on shore of birds at dawn,

Remember much and many.

I have been blessed, as so many of the dying say,

To live;

And yet, while not ungrateful,

Have issues with forgetfulness;

Suffer fools and disappointment,

Whine,

Fail to savor each day, hour, moment,  for exact and only

What it, they, every breath and heart beat is, are, should

Always be;

Blessing and opportunity.

Fail to murmur thanks or stumble through a prayer

Of affirmation.

I have been granted time and opportunity as so many of the dying have,

To live;

To realize that each and every one is passing on and through

And I at least,

Know the truth of that.

I believe we are misdirected on the health care issue, confused by the facts applied to all sides of the great shell game called the health care debate. It seems simple enough to me:

Decide that all are entitled to health care (apparently they are, if you look at existing social programs, the county hospitals and the emergency rooms of countless other private hospitals.)

Decide how to pay for it. Don’t get lost in the debate over what it costs, the numbers are too confusing and we are already paying for most of it anyway in dollars or in human consequence.

Decide how to control the costs.

There is one simple model that stands out to me; our utilities grid in states with Public Utilities Commissions. The grid was put in place largely by the government, everyone has access to it and the cost and profits are controlled by the Public utilities commission.

The publicly traded companies which dutifully send us our electric bill each month generate a fair profit for their share holders and there are mechanisms in place to aid those who can not pay. There are no exclusions for preexisting conditions, no better grade of service and no $100 million dollar bonuses.

Illuminating Health Care for All

Perhaps you have one on your keychain but

I only carry a flashlight when forewarned the basement will be dark,

The power off, a storm coming, know I will be exploring

boarded up buildings

Or experiencing the wonders of nature by starlight,

Otherwise I am confident all will be well;

When I flip the switch to on

There will be illumination.

I expect dark corners to disappear,

Hobgoblins and shadows to hide when

I flick that switch

After all,

Uncle Sam and I, or least my grandparents,

Paid for the thing,

The whole enormous grid I mean.

Tenement to Tennessee roadhouse

Every nook and granny’s connected.

If one can afford a wash machine or wide screen HD TV

By God the power is there to make it function.

Life being imperfect, or at least

The machines that supplement life here in America,

Act as though it’s meant to be that way,

Imperfect I mean,

So hospitals and big business have automatic generators.

My computer has battery back up and surge protection,

Hope yours does too.

I expect not to have a heart attack opening the utility bill,

Palpitations perhaps,

Due to the fluctuating price of fuel oil, the cost of the war

And the resulting state of the economy but

I live in a state with a Public Utilities Commission,

Put my kids through college with dividend checks from the reigning power monopoly

And the cost, taxed by all governing entities,

Is bearable.

My mother however,

or someone you know , have seen or not seen on a street corner or exit ramp

With or without the sign saying “Homeless, Feed me”,

Or, “Why Lie, I Need a Beer”

Has no health care.

They are off the grid so to speak.

We provide flashlights of course.

Small, weak beamed devices of limited life span

with government issued batteries possibly

from the day- old store or re-issued from the overstock in Iraq.

Some are powered by the love energy of volunteer workers.

Limited, dim and short lived

But flashlights none the less.

Emergency rooms, free clinics, Head Start, a list of programs that change

With the current budget,

All intended to illuminate the path

To better health for those off the grid, or those who just plain

Can’t pay the bill.

Electricity and health care.

One expected to function every time we flip the switch

For as long as we pay the bill,

I imagine it’s the same for the other.

Preexisting Conditions

Cultures where the aged and dying,
The toothless and slow wander off,
Trek as purposefully as their unstable gait allows
Toward the wilderness, the elephant burial ground
To leave us unburdened
Are dead, aren’t they?

Except for America.
We are Sparta at end life.
Our failing are removed from the roles,
Cast from the life raft, marked as pariah.
Tales of the fabulous and famous suffering these indignities
Distract us from this war or that
As we are lifted to Olympus on the pages of super market tabloids.
Our consciousness tickled, our conscience fails to make the connection,
To penetrate the molasses thick
Slow swirl of the amber filter the media whores
Smears like honey over the dry bread of our lives.
They hide a hundred, a thousand,
A lost tribe of Joe the plumber, Joyce the beautician,
Alice the single mother of three
And Bill, the veteran of some war or another
Because they are irrelevant to Sparta.

Katrina, a long five minutes of fame for the tribe of the nameless
Isolated in the remote reaches of forgotten
Removed beyond memory and follow-up.
9/11 claimed its victims
The war began, and her victims disappeared,
Returned to their rightful place out of line.
We send more humanitarian aid to the faceless
Of some other nation, spend more on airport security than
Shelter for the disenfranchised.

Preexisting conditions exist as a statistic, leave perhaps millions
Out in the reign of the insurance gods,
The cold of anonymity a grey shawl on their shoulders
And if they are tired or different or poor
Some reason or another
Is casually assigned to their condition
And our conscience
Which warrants no response.
Let the tireless hands of Mother Teresa continue
She’s a volunteer after all. 

The poem is in the same style as his seven wonderful jaw jabberin' jewels rendering seven Shakespeare plays in this unique style of verse. They are like humorous "Cliff Note" primers.

The recording are available at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival Tudor Guild or the Guthrie gift shop. His reading of the plays can be heard on the website www.jabberin.com or on my favorites page.

The poem is very long and I have moved the balance of it to Genesis section for anyone who actually wishes to read through to Exodus.

1

While settin' on ma' porch one night them stars was shinin' so dang bright
I fell into a sorta revere.
And while I gazed up yonder my mind begun to ponder
On how us human bein's come to be.

Then I recalled a thing I seen in this here science magazine
That said this big bang got the whole thing goin'
When a tiny speck out in the dark got squeezed so tight it blowed apart
And the whole dang universe begun a growin’.

Them particles begun to spin, done sucked some molecules in
To form big boulders through the force of gravity.
So the earth and stars begun to form in the center of a cyclone storm,
Explainin’ how the universe had come to be.

Then along comes a mutation, atoms touched by radiation
Meld to microbes when they’re kissed by dew.
In time the dinosaur appears and in about a billion years
The king pins of the earth is me and you.

Well that's the scientific way explainin' how we're here today,
Though there's another dang good book I read.
I never would profess to be an expert on theology
But I'll try and tell you what I think it said.

To start out there weren't nothin' there, just darkness flat out everywhere,
Till God said, that's an awful waste of space.
There ain't a thing for Me to see, I reckon there’s no one but Me
To give a little purpose to the place.

So He flung out stars to shine at night, the sun to give the place some light
And then formed earth to highlight his display.
He says, them stars look pretty neat, My sun's sure kickin' out some heat
Guess I'm gonna knock off workin' for today.

Next water goes above for rain, more water formin’ earth's terrain,
Thought, this invention seems to work OK.
So God says, that was quite a chore, tomorrow I can do some more,

And thus He finished up the second day.

Next project was to separate the liquid from the real estate.
God raised up earth with water on each side,
Then He says, ain't that terrific, got Atlantic and Pacific.
The minute that the real estate had dried

He laid out miles 'o trees and grass, fresh water lakes as smooth as glass
And plants of every dang variety,
Then pinched up mountains in between like they was rows of Dairy Queen,
Completes landscapin'on day three.

Seems the fourth day of creation needed one small alteration.
God says, it's hard to sleep the sun's so bright.
Lets change it so it shines all day and in the evening sinks away,
Then have the stars and moon come out at night.

He adds some counter-clockwise spin to bring four changin’ seasons in
And view His world a brand new way.
In summer I'll have flowers grow, come winter time I’ll change the show.

So came and went another day.

Day five God says, I'll check My list in case there's somethin' that I missed;
Tarnation I forgot about the seas!
So in goes tuna, cod and snails, some bigger ones right up to whales;

Adds lichen, kelp and 'course anemones.

That oughta liven up the place but up above's wide open space,
I need some animation in the sky.
He takes a few two legged things, glues on some beaks sticks on some wings
And says eee doggies look at them things fly.

Sixth day’s kinda complicated; all the rest of life’s created,

Then the story’s told again in chapter two.

The gist is how we’re here today, with all creation under sway,

And why God looks a lot like me and you.

Well now says God, looks like I'm done, six days from when it was begun,

The contract came in one day under time.
I got good reason to be pleased; I tossed in some amenities
That never upped the cost one single dime.

2

His universe is runnin’ sound so God decides to set on down,
He figures that He's earned a day of rest.
I can't recall just what He said, but seems to me the word I read
Was Sanctified, which means the day is blessed.

The next day God rose up at dawn to watch the earth go spinnin' on
Reflects, now there's a sight that's worth the seein'.
But there's no one to appreciate the beauty of My real estate
Guess I'll create Myself a human bein'.

So God picks up a clod or two of dust and says, this here'll do.
Now all He does is shape it in His hand,
A little jolt of C.P.R., before you know it here we are;
By jingo's God's created Him a man.

Now Adam asks, what can I do by way of compensatin' you?
But God says, shucks no Adam it's your day.
For kickin’off the celebration honorin’ My new creation
I built a special place for you to stay.

But ain't no need to chew the fat, I'll transport you to where it’s at,
Just east of here, and quicker than a wink
Young Adam finds he's standin' there with flowers bloomin' everywhere
And God says, kind’a pretty don't you think?

Dates and figs, fresh juicy cherries, every kinda nuts and berries

Dangle tanatalizin’ from them trees.
Name bird and beast for company and exceptin’ for My knowledge tree,
Why you can chomp on anything you please.

Enjoy the garden, eat your fill, remember that it’s your God’s will
And don't you get to chowin’down My fruit.
You dare to sink your teeth in that, I'm tellin' you I'll leave you flat,
Your private paradise will be kaput.

Well God's about to go away but then He says to Adam, hey,
It ain't no good for a man to be alone.
So what I'll do is hypnotize you Adam so just close your eyes.
And while he's out God takes a small rib bone.

Why then He brings that bone to life, when Adam wakes he's got a wife.
'Course both of 'em are in their birthday suits,
But they ain't feelin' any shame 'cause everything is born the same

And evil ain't yet set down any roots.

God says, be seein’ both of you.I'll drop by in a day or two
To find out if there's anything you need.
I'm gonna leave you for a spell to make sure things is goin' well,
My universe is runnin' up to speed.

3

The very minute God departs is when a slew of trouble starts.
This crafty serpent drapin' from a limb
Remarks, well how de-do there Eve. You must be awful dang naive
To listen to that double talk from Him.

God mouths the both of you are free to eat the fruit from every tree
But then you find that ain't exactly true.
He says don't touch that knowledge tree, its fruit is Mine exclusively
And its consumption ain't allowed to you.

The reason He won't let you eat that fruit ain't 'cause it tastes so sweet,
It’s ‘cause it jolts brains like a cattle prod..
This knowledge that He's talkin’ 'bout, the knack of snoopin' evil out;
Add knowin’ good, voila, you’re smart like God.

There ain't no way you'll be disgraced for swallerin' a little taste,
If you don't like it jest regurgitate.
So Eve says, well I s'ppose you're right. She up and takes herself a bite,
Exclaims, eee doggies snake, this sure is great!

She says to Adam, drop your jaw and poke this fruit into your craw.
So Adam has himself a chomp or two,
Then says to Eve, you're bein' crude a standin' posin' in the nude,
And Eve says, look who's talkin', so are you.

They take one look and start to blush, then both go streakin' for the brush
Quick set to pickin' fig leaves off the tree.
Seems what they'd been revealin' now they figure needs concealin'
In an effort to maintain propriety.

They tie some vines around their waist, put fig leaves every vital place,

Hide when they hear God callin' out their name.
He says, I see you hidin' there in your fig leaf trap door underwear
And know the reason that you're feelin' shame.

He says to Adam, I can see you et from that forbidden tree.
Ole Adam says, You caught me dead to rights.
But I was in my birthday suit when Eve said, try this tasty fruit
And that's when I begun to see the light.

Eve says, that serpent told me lies, he said the fruit would make me wise,
That I'd know everything there was to know.
But only thing we come to see, the difference in anatomy,
Plumb caused us hide the parts that shouldn't' show.

Now so far it ain't said right out but I'm figurin' there ain't no doubt
That God's a pretty even tempered guy.
So when He sees His own creation choosin' self contamination
You bet your socks the furs agonna fly.

He says, OK now listen up, that fruit has made you both corrupt.
You're gonna learn a lesson that'll hurt,
But first of all you sneaky snake, from now on you'll perambulate
By crawlin' on your belly through the dirt.

And Eve for what you done today there ain’t no doubt you're gonna pay,
Discoverin' great pain when givin’ birth.
You'll start off havin' one or two and end up havin' quite a slew
Of young 'uns that'll populate the earth.

Now Adam you and I are through, git set to meet your Waterloo,
You didn't pay no mind to My restriction.
I said don't touch that sacred tree, you up and broke that deal with Me
So just consider this your notice of eviction.

Now get on out and clear some land of thistles, brush and weeds by hand,
Plain work to earn your livin' bustin’ sod.
Some healthy sweat to earn your bread, you might remember what I said,
It ain't too wise to run a muck of God.

4

They worked a homestead growin' grain. Eve had a son, they called him Cain
And it weren't long afore she had another.
She said to Cain, now ain't it great, you got yourself a nice playmate,
This here is Abel, he's your baby brother.

As they growed older brother Cain tore up some land for growin' grain,
The young 'un Abel took to raisin' sheep.
It weren't no life of luxury but they was happy just to be
Out on their own, a workin for their keep.

Seems now and then they'd take a day to build an altar, guess you’d say
First fruits was kinda like a Stone Age barbecue.
They’d burn some real expensive meat like lamb or calf or full growed sheep;
A special way of sayin', God, this one's for you.

The Good Book don't say this outright, I'm kinda guessin’ here a mite
But it was like an olden day Thanksgivin'.
They worked dang hard for quite a spell, when everything went pretty well
They knowed was God had helped 'em earn a livin'.

Well they got the fire roarin' nice to offer up their sacrifice
Then Abel burns a sheep up wool and all.
Now God says, I appreciate your offer Abel that was great!
I'll make your flock grow double come next fall.

In time along comes brother Cain a totin' him a sack of grain
He harvested instead of sheep or goats.
He figures grain should be right nice to offer as a sacrifice
So up and fricassees his bag of oats.

Appears God don't appreciate his grain on sacrificial grate,
He don't say thanks nor pat him on the back.
Young Cain is feelin' pretty rough but God says, don't get in a huff,
If you do good and keep your life on track

Your work'll have it's own reward, it's sinin' that you can't afford;
Just look what happened to your maw and dad.
Now figurin' he's in disgrace Cain hikes on out to Abel's place
And that's when things start really turnin' bad.

He's so et up with jealousy he says to Abel I can see
God likes you best, I know by what He said.
One thing first and then another, Cain starts whompin' on his brother;
Afore you know it Abel's layin' dead.

Now that Abel’s laid out flatter than hot gravy on a platter
Cain heads on home and starts to millin' grain
As if there weren't a dang thing wrong. He ain't been at it very long
When God strolls up and says, well howdy Cain.

I just looked in on Abel's lair, his sheep's around but he ain't there,
I wondered if you knowed the reason why?
But Cain says, well now I don't see the reason You'd be askin' me,
It ain't my job to baby sit the guy.

Then God says, OK cut the jive, I know your brother ain't alive.
You stopped on by when he was restin' with his flock
And figured well, if he's so beat, I’ll help by rockin' him asleep;
The trouble is you done it with a four pound rock.

A man who does his brother in commits one mighty hefty sin;
It’s somethin' I ain't gonna tolerate.
Your punishment is you can’t stay, just pack your kit, be on your way,
Go find some other land to populate.

Cain says, your bein' awful tough, some fellers out there might be rough
On strangers what come trompin' on their land.
As quick as I start plowin' ground they're gonna come a snoopin' round
And kill me when they find out who I am.

But God says, ain't no need to chafe, to make dang sure that you'll be safe
I'll stamp you with My special logo see.
Before them fellers mess around and try to put you six feet down
They'll realize they have to deal with Me.

So Cain sets out and wanders round until he finds a chunk of ground
That's in the fertile valley they called Nod.
He stakes him out a patch of dirt, puts on some boots, rips off his shirt
And sets right in to tearin' up the sod.

It ain't long till he gets a wife and kids are part of married life
Son Enoch was the first one that she bore.
As God intended, kept on goin', human numbers just a growin’,
Relatives was sproutin’ by the score.

The next sections of the poem are now in the Genesis section of the site

No applause,

No standing ovation,

No curtain call

Shall coax this player to the stage.

We missed the final bow,

Exit made as quietly as a miming mouse.

The vomitorium shall not regurgitate.

Commuter Train

Departure is the nature of life.

Method and sequence vary,

nothing similar except final destination,

called by many names

yet

the same place,

at least for those left behind.

Would it be easier,

the pain less

if,

at the appointed hour

each and all concerned

arrived at the metaphysical terminal,

purchased a ticket,

said the requisite goodbyes

and boarded?

Would we yet weep,

rend our clothing,

point our finger at fate,

shake our fist at the universe,

or simply wave goodbye?

Would we who remain at the station

walk back to our vehicle

smelling the dust and the roses,

feeling the sun and the rain;

return to our particular place on the pathway,

move on with our journey?

I will miss you

see you soon

write often

lose their meaning

mean everything

are more truth

more lie

more final

It is as it must be.

We are where we are,

where the journey has taken us,

where we have brought ourselves.

Left to take

and offer

such nourishment as we are able.