Wednesday, June 13, 2018

the road ahead

One day almost all of these superhighways will be relics
Like the canal towpaths we walk now as ancient history
And the abandoned railroad lines repurposed into woodland trails
Transport will be transformed into something else again.


All those diesel tractor trailer trucks barreling along
Soon enough will get consigned to museums and scrap heaps
Though I can’t tell you just what will replace them
There’s no doubt their pollution must stop.


We live with temporary solutions that make life better
Until the unforeseen consequences make life worse
In a dialectic that pushes us to find a better way to do it
Overcoming the entrenched reactionary forces of the past.


In China they built a road covered with solar panels
To be able to recharge electric vehicles traveling on it wirelessly
Making possibilities for tomorrow beyond my wildest imagination
For sure something amazing is developing there.


The system of distribution is more than the goods we consume
More than the many varied services we provide to each other
As long as  inequality increases poverty and human suffering
We need a way to share the wealth equitably.


Science fiction these days paints a dystopian future
Set in the English-speaking capitalist world
Where the surveillance state monitors the population
Instead of socialism offering the promise of science for the people.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Monday, June 11, 2018

Laurelwood June 11, 2018

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Sunday, June 10, 2018

skin in the game

Four pieces of tissue were taken from my skin
None of them where I can see them directly
From the top of my head to the base of my neck
To the pair behind me on my left shoulder blade.

Four holes slow to heal from these strange wounds
Needing another person to care for me every day
Being unable to perform the simple bandage change
Feeling vulnerable, not used to depending on others.

Two weeks suspended in wait for the biopsy results
No doctor before ever saw anything suspicious
Is this one just padding their fee for service billing
Or will larger deeper wounds be in store for me?

My love has recurring skin cancer that impacts her some
Slathering sunscreen on her face and hands before stepping outside
Covering up arms in sleeves and legs in pants even in the heat
Looking around at things from under a huge brimmed hat.

I hope that’s not me, too, though worse things could happen
As long as it’s not life threatening I will be happy
As long as I can get out and move in the world I will enjoy
The way we make adjustments and keep on going.