MINDWALKS and POCKETSCHANGE

MINDWALKS and POCKETSCHANGE

Walk a day in my shoes,

I dare you,

Somewhere, eventually,

to know my mind.

IN MY MIND,

I've built airplanes in my mind that float on gravity,

built up the moon,

sent monsoon greens into a desert,

fed nations,

healed the sick,

ended worthless beaurocracies,

and have replaced plutocracies with timocracies,

the world over.

IN MY MIND

I've built TV's that project into rooms,

Walls that speak back to people,

hanging gardens that grow from the sky,

as if from mid air,

spoken in all the lost dialects of the world,

been teacher of ancient incas,

ran the mean streets of depressions in New York,

chased lions from the roads,

lamenting their tired roar with charmed repose,

have travelled in time,

have spoken to dolphins and flowers,

in the same breath,

have danced with dragons,

and shaped planets,

and their orbits.

IN MY MIND,

I acted as viceroy for powers great and small,

fraternized with creatures of the grandest claim,

to wisdom and heroes feasts,

have snacked with the greatest,

gone toe to toe with einstein, relatively speaking,

made sarcophagi out of credit cards,

vests shaped of images of the world,

set off the trumpets to save the Velourian's dreams and exiles,

have given the Buddha advice,

have turned down sainthood,

and martydom too,

IN MY MIND,

I have sung songs to God,

Who listens and sometimes speaks,

speak with angels,

and tell their children stories,

have by permit made an alternate universe,

where I would sometimes escape

to pay hommage to God,

in times of war,

or boredom,

IN MY MIND,

I have saved my heart more than a few times,

charmed spiders out of their lonely webs,

have saved islands from a stream of Fridays,

and gray sky monday months,

I've fought in battles simulated,

and set an order to keep my childhood warm,

IN MY MIND,

I've become an angel with bad handwriting,

sent to scribe the telling of heroes ventures,

saw the forming of planets,

and the destructions of other ones too,

have been the celestial worm,

eating up all the gray,

between the only light and dark you can see,

and I have shout shout shouted, to a crowd that treats love like commerce,

how much is a broken soul going for nowadays I wonder,

who will buy my new shoes,

I'll trade you for an empty wallet,

to fill up.

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