Saturday afternoon

Saturday afternoon 

Time getting lost in time

Autumn sun turning on

A nickel not a dime

The stoics slumping in

Melancholic lawn chairs

Moods without reference

And full of empty cares

Further out far to go

Further out far to go

Beyond the unclenched fist

The grains to change the self

The self awareness psst

Chewing on the left side

Positivity air

Proud on what I’ve become

Proud of your own aware

Perhaps ten to twenty

Perhaps ten to twenty

How are they to be spent

The fairytale cottage

The floor not quite the pent

From pica and elite

Value in a day’s work

To AI and robots

This massive shift berserk 

Our passions in pockets

Our passions in pockets

Where the stars cannot see

Skies in two dimensions 

Heads or tails moon marquee 

Dispersing our thought spores

Some ashes and some seeds

Vases of water dreams

Wait for flowers or weeds

Art is grafting on me

Art is grafting on me

As the glaciers recede

With the natural rains

And nutrients of need

My voice cares little to

Echo against these walls

Radio frequency 

Through galaxy dance halls

Universal basic

Universal basic

A new company store

Basic like just enough

No less than and no more

Surveillance everywhere 

They cannot take the guns

But they will spy on us

For discourse and who runs

Asters are ushering

Asters are ushering

There is more new to know

Autumn not an ending

Bulbs needing winter snow

Longing is lingering

Wanting to set root

Friends like a spring flower

Boasting a brand new shoot