Poetry

DRIVE THRU

20,064 light drink combinations

new sweet potato tots

tasty add ons

frozen zone

sweet and spicy, swicey

footlong quarter pound coney

mozzarella sticks chile cheese

potato tots chicken club

egg sandwich burrito

drive in eat in car cold

drink cups

paper bags plastic forks

french fries

coca cola

ketchup in radiated plastic tube

after burger cigarette

convenience store or payroll

we cash checks buy one get one free

microwave

burrito packed in warehouse

mexico, chinese egg roll

trucked frozen

china fish in market

sunny day

cold windy

sky bluer here

casino free hot chocolate from cup

gambler winning by door

slot machine poker buy native cigarettes

2.80 pack

twenty cigs

cheaper by carton 200 cigs

five pack

buy more when get money

clothing at junk shop

ten cents each

buy bleach and dye

sell in spring summer fourth of july

survival of the fittest

most creative golden Dharma

Light

Thank You

here is happiness

in this the day

when weather warm

go to town sit by little creek they call a river

watch the sun sparkle white light reflections

bubbly surface

soon

little mountain cottages

away from city

why shop walmart?

chips ice cream

who eats beans rice?

who buys flour

bakes bread?

who makes salsa cilantro jalapeno tomato?

why put cisteine from boiled chinese hair

into simple american bread?

what industry?

back to electronic village

internet information highway

so long commute

goodbye five dollar loaf unfit

corporate bread

big industry warehouse

truck city highways

once a golden place to stop

bucolic

arc of the covenant rainbows

instant as ramen noodles

no thought

simple ecstacy

 ©Rosalyn Stevenson (All Rights Reserved)


POEM OF HOPE: RED DANCING

Let us drape our streets with red cloths,

Paint our faces with mad designs,

And dance together for the day.

Let us fall asleep upon velvet pillows

Wrapped in tapestries and each other’s arms,

Arise with the glowing sun and do it all again.

Happy children whose origin is unknown

Whose end is always near,

Frail flesh with tender hopes,

Small against the cosmic vastness

We tease ourselves to understand

What ecstasy to unbind

The thought form limitations

Of our collective “bind-mind”.

We await a messiah to set us free

When freedom is ours to take

If only we will it to be

If only we would not be

Wooden dolls, arms pinned

By our own thinking thoughts

Of lack.

All around us

Electrons sing to one another

Humming our road side lights

Share and speak

In photons one to another

While we remain in the dark prison

Of our minds

Outsiders in the Dream

We ourselves do dream—unaware.

©Rosalyn Stevenson (All Rights Reserved)

GENTLEMEN DREAMS

The mind slips into reverie,

Memory slithers up from it’s grave,

A two headed serpent

Bringing both pleasure and pain.

Hiss hiss.

The Tarot deck dances in the corner,

Spreading itself upon the table and walls,

Into animated configurations

That don’t stay very long.

Gentlemen dreams

Too preoccupied with politeness

To open the door

They’ve just knocked upon,

Hang outside the bar room door

Smoking cigars and with pleading eyes,

Stumble home in taxis

That resemble hearses.

A voice once lost

Rejoices to have been found.

Sitting on a car hood

It bellows

Like a brandy bottle horn.

Ba heep, ba hoop,

A crow answers, caw,

Red sky, silver moon,

Black sky,

Not a moment too soon.

©Rosalyn Stevenson (All Rights Reserved)


BUSY BUZZING ELECTRONS

Buzzing busy daylight

Solar electrons

Sporting brand new haircuts

Wearing shiny plastic name badges

All set to partake of

A million thwarted causes

Ten billion forsaken promises

Eeons of missed opportunities

And unrealized possibilities.

©Rosalyn Stevenson (All Rights Reserved)