The suburbs are known
For their blandness and
Routine sameness. People
Go to work, come home,
Kids go to school, come
Home. One day the reality
Was shattered when the
Workers going to work
Found a yellow camel
In the middle of the
Road. CNN, ABC,CBS
Were all there to cover
The story.
It’s my one true wish
As I know and understand
This light to be my home
Knowing up there in the galaxy
Is me,
And I am up there
In my bones built from stars
It was a quiet evening at
Home. The parents were
Watching TV and the kids
Were in their rooms doing
Homework or playing video
Games. Out of nowhere, a
Wind blew all through the
House moving curtains and
Knocking over pictures. A
Deep voice said–I’m all right.
This is my one true wish,
As I know and understand,
This light to be my home,
As a knowing up there in
The galaxy is me. And I am
Up there in my bones
Built from stars.
It’s my only one true wish as
I know and understand this
Light to be my home,
Knowing up there in the
Galaxy is me. And I am up
There in my bones, built
From stars.
A king knocked at our door
One day and introduced
Himself as king so-and-so.
He said I’ve got a slight
problem–I’m lost. I don’t
Know where my kingdom
Is. We did not know how
To help him so we gave
Him a map and some food
And sent him on his way.
One afternoon I was
Sitting in my house
Flipping channels on
On the TV, bored and
Wondering what else
There could be to life.
Then a force pulled
Me from my chair
And out the front
Door. I stood in the
Middle of the yard
And rose up slowly,
Over the tops of the
Houses and found I
Could go anywhere
I wanted to go–
Freedom!
When we were teenagers
It was a custom to go to
Some abandoned property
Where there was a well.
We would drop a coin in
And make a wish. The
Funny thing was you
Wouldn’t hear the coin
Hit the bottom. Once
Someone thought they
Heard a voice deep
Down in the well
Saying help me, help
Me. A professional at
Rescuing people in
These situations threw
A rope over the side
And went down. He
Was never seen again.
Old Victorian mansions are
Awe-inspiring and a monument
To a period of time when
Artisans took pride in their
Workmanship. No power
Tools, every tool was human
Powered. Touring a mansion
Is like going back in time,
When society was cultured
And genteel and produced
Some amazing architecture.
I’ve been to a lot of different
Places, I’ve roamed the world,
Lived in different countries and
Been to every state in our country.
I haven’t been home for a long
Time, but I feel something
Pulling me back and that
Something is you.
Wordman of Alcatraz 