perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[WIREMAN]

Moment by moment
Kinda like all we have
This instant a total real
Face fact, not illusion
The reality of being in the "now"
No escape or need to
A release which is "real"
No escape plan in the sense that
you could ever even do it, only change
That moment of moving on
The power to move on, the decide
An amazing kind of freedom

[saw]

heading to the woods today
meeting a comrade hiker
and we will plunge the blue trail
into our hearts and autumn minds
each step will be a testimony
each breath will be the witnesses
to the truth that Kilroy was really here
each rock and stick and log and fallen tree
each child of mother earth
here for the kinship and dirty love

[WIREMAN]

Stayin out on the arm
All weekend
Angus cows, chickens runnin
Of course the beagle "Lou"
A pleasant Halloweekend
Unseasonably warm
Spent with awesome friends

[the mingo]

Headine - Lightning bolts kill man and three donkeys in Zimbabwe !

... I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried

first frost on
the ground
a bird of prey
makes it's way
across the sky -
Wireman you said something
'bout going back -
you make it or
you still in the north country ?

[saw]

I fade into the ground
each step lifted by fallen leaves
the stick, the rock, the filtered sun
i plunge forward nestled
in the wonder of the forest
the river is on my left
the old rails blend into the land
once mighty engines pulling cars
the Baltimore and Susquehanna
flew through the countryside
now just a paragraph in a book
I imagine myself a passenger zipping
along the ravine, my smile
as wide as the sky , my ticket
punched in the autumn warmth
climate change is at work here
but at the moment, I don't care

[saw]

[sasha]

(ooh, I like, steve, I like...)

echoes of the Boston and Maine
fossilized drill holes scarring the cuts
like the trilobites
that roamed Permian seas
now frozen in stone
or the crumbling remnants
of the signal towers
moss-covered rings of concrete
stonehenge for the industrial age
here a stone foundation
loading ramp?
fuel depot?
the granite does not say

arrow straight these paths
and flat
single-mindedly boring through bedrock
towering over the swamps
game trails for roaring behemoths
that once bore New Hampshire granite south
the only tracks here now
left by deer
and moose
and the occasional hiker
and his dog

[WIREMAN]

The green to red
Water blue
Sky bluer
Solid coolness
A breeze ruffles
through the golden trees
To soon the fall

[saw]

I peek at the creek
a voyeur not interested in ambush
I'm a lover not a fighter
a mere two hundred feet above the basin
the rusty trees are in no hurry
to drop their leaves, though some
have cushioned the trail, the orange
flames and red berries paint
the canvas ever so slightly, the green
wants to hang around a bit longer,
I miss my black Lab on days like this,
her shining coat against the fall palette
her eagerness to plunge into any water
that beckoned her....I feel the magnets
of the animal shelter attracting me again
a walking companion would be oh so fine

[WIREMAN]

"Pretty much amazing"
Heard at the bar
Cafe Nola Frederick
My home
Staying temporary for
time being, being real
A wired life on splice
The ups and downs
& circus clowns
Writing on the wind
The rescue ala rin tin tin
The know where ya been
Inevitably the do wacka do.........

[judih]

staying temporary
(well-said)
for now, just for now

[WIREMAN]

The all enveloping now
and how it gets that way
Here today, gone tomorrow
No going back
Casting fate to the wind
A bit more wired
Always with my boots
strapped on........

[saw]

the foot bridge leads to immortality
in the mind of the hungry hiker,
a man that seeks not to live forever
but live to the fullest in his time here
I cross the creek leaving behind my troubles
there is joy on the other side
which isn't always greener, but holds
imagination just the same

[WIREMAN]

Beautiful footbridge
Red, green, and golden
Ravens before the screen
Juxtaposed with the colors
Silence of a Sunday night
Early darkness, fall back
Lotsa hugs this day
Harmonicas sounding finally
The wire a constant thread now
Forward copper, green, and black

[saw]

you roll brother mark
you weave, you blow
you smile at increments
of change, you create
because you have to, because
it's in your wired bones
and your wired eyes that see
alternatives to ho hum, you
brother mark are back to basics
re-purposing the wire
regaining what was lost for awhile