Pockets of Air

Pockets of Air

By sam flot

Pockets of air

Filling up with change

Un-popped bubbles

Intermittent clouds flying in

Holding new challenges or

Bestowing the winds with a purpose

Pockets of air

Filling up with change

Balancing the books

Giving more power

To the pawns and the rooks

Reaching for a different style rhythm or meter

Beating on a drum

To send a message

From village to village to village

Pockets of air

Filling up with change

Holding pen to paper

Writing this decree

The boom’s gone flat

Our leaders are lost

The old way is the wrong way

The old way is being pushed aside

Pockets of air

Filling up with change

The boom’s gone bust

Now it’s our turn

To do it our way

The old way is the wrong way

It’s time for the old way we do things

To step aside and watch and

 Let us take a swing

The clock struck you out looking

Bat on your shoulder

The old way acts bewildered

While we get bolder and bolder

Pockets of air

Filling up with change

We’ve been shoved for too long

Step aside or be pushed aside

The old away is gone

While the new way gets a try

Pockets of air

Filling up with change

Now its been popped and

Everything’s fair game

11.8.11

Parallelogram For You

Parallelogram for You

By Sam Flot

Jagging

Zig-zagging

Switching back with forth

Slanted

Top right to bottom left

Coming down from the sky

Radiating

Light sent to an earth

Somewhere

Instigating inspiration

If only

To believe in what your doing does

And to do what you believe

Truly brings joy

To your inner being

Whatever connects you to center

Breathing and understanding

What you will

Into being

Becomes art

What you will

If you will

And I know you will

If you have the will

Into being

Becomes art

Believe in what you’re doing

And do what you believe

Deep up inside your soul’s mind

Where you keep the outcome

Of your years of

Experience

Efforts

Eliminations

Elucidations

And useless extrapolations

And by extrapolations

I mean…………..

Over-explaining something

To a group of people

Gathered to share

Will become art

99 Percent Strong

99 Percent Strong

by Sam Flot  2011

for the American Autumn

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Abe Lincoln looked at me

From the side of a penny and said “1993

In God We Trust ~ Liberty

Another day you worked all you get is one of me

“What happens to the other 99 cents?”  I asked old Abe

“A dollar a day is minimum wage

If I only get a penny how can I save?

How can I buy food?  Should I live in a cave?”

Abe answered me after a real long stare

“Get outta my mind, get outta my hair 

I don’t think it’s legit and fair, it’s not my deal, not that I don’t care

Get your own soapbox,  go down to your own town square

I freed the slaves and for that you see

This pretty profile of mine can grace a penny

A sarcastic honor, it  just might be

99% getting just one Lincoln  penny

We live here right now no money no jobs

We can’t trust the government, they call us a mob

We can only go to the streets and scream and sob

The health code enforced by the tear gas they lob

Hey there Abe, you’re a damn good penny

But we need more than that from this land of plenty

We follow the orders of the one percent for a fee

They let us subsist scraping by just barely

One percent you’ve used of us all for too long

One percent takes from the 99 percent strong

Every bully has it’s day and it won’t be long

Until 99 percent stands up 99 percent strong

11.1.11

99% Is Not a Mob (Let Them Eat Take-out)

99% Is Not a Mob

(Let Them Eat Take-out)

by flot 

Didn’t the antics

Of the jittery mob

Insulate the rest of them

From shaking awake all night

Without taking the reverse curse

Contemplating the future

With distinctions for

The elements of stagnant pools of static residue

Overflowing the desired apex overthrowing

Pointing at the generation of youth

As the fulcrum to agitate the state

Into at least acting like they care

Or are not scared

9.17.11

The Quartz Porch

The Quartz Porch

by flot

Was it a rock or a crystal

A shell or a pearl?

Convincing the shell it must open and

Call a taxi to the concert hall

Just in case

Well in case the atmosphere is

Approaching a sand drawn line through the forest

Demarcating the seclusion and

Underlining the important parts

Makes it hard to read and

Who pays isn’t important circumstantially

Functioning on the radio camera

Facilitating demonstrations of the downfall

Of Rome, NY or

Brooklyn traffic cam criminals

Blocking bridges in digital video

Of the actual white shirt events

Being archived for this post–posterity nation

In the faux modern backward world

Seclusion is a great choice

In the millennial madness

That (still) surrounds the world’s axis

Spinning off the rocker and

All the water will pour

All over the rest of it

If we tilt

10.3.11

Two Times

Two Times
by flot

Two times I remember
Distinctly like a dream
Followed by that blissful state
Common not at all to followers of fashionable rhetoric

Whatever way the wind blows
When the windkeepers release breezes
The sun gods have their ups and downs
Trying to get across
Trying to get over

Riding in their chariots of flames
Lighting up the sky

 
On open  -   daytime  -   status

A mission unfulfilled
Or a compass with no north

Reaching a point of boiling specific

Just like every other time
Just like every other time
Trying not to sleep
Right through the temptation to marginalize
All the things we were just beginning to understand

The lessons were within focus
The teachers did their thing
Passing it on
Because they realize
There can be some ways which accomplish more than others
Some techniques work faster, more effectively
To reduce the ratio of swings and misses

The other time there was no breeze to break the hot stale air
There was no hot stale air
Only a cold wind
Fiercely re-locating frozen ice particles directly into my face
As I'm feeling no pain
Which is not to say I was under any sedation
But in my mind
As opposed to out of it
Or any other sense

As an indication of the directness
Of being the vessel which delivers the message
As a concentrated sound emerges on demand

All pistons firing
All synapses synapsing
Passing out commands

”breathe in deep”

"move the tongue"

"use appropriate timing"

"use a sense of propriety concerning

the place or time and people present"

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Both times had heirs reminiscent
Wondering questioningly
Asking question after question
In one form or another
Sarcastic or naive
Bent to understand
One way or no way at all
As long as we reach some form of redemption
Compliant or voluntarily placed,  like a landmine
Offered to be put together to explode
That is
Something that is in many pieces
Brought together to form one myriad entity
Feeding symbiotically
Replacing parts while building new parts
Expanding and getting bigger
Only to explode or implode every day
Has it's dog in the hot afternoon sun
Melting into the night
Through dusk's foreclosure
Which wraps up the daylight
All caught up in a gill net
Put away for the night

***No escaping***

Split Like The Red Sea

Split Like The Red Sea

by                            flot 

I ran with poetry American outlaws

Outside the outlaw tribe

Inside the pack of domesticated cats

Inside the block walking the top of the fence

To the south silently approaching

The evolution of a circle’s completion point

Sincerely piled like newspaper starts a pyre

Entirely random

Clean

Straight like white or square or

Sequencing demonstrations of the elephant curiosity

Artfully selecting a parabolic wave

Goodbye and hello

Goodbye and hello

Down the middle of the middle center

Split like the Red Sea

Outta here gone and

Just like the old ways of

Digesting a daze

Of calliope ponies connected to

The circling music cloud floating in

The atmosphere

Of a dizzying carnival of the senses

Stretching to the rubber band’s limit

The glass break s and

Mercury shoots itself

Through the bullet hole opening

Spreading it’s subsequent spurt

Seamlessly into the sea

Of gathered poets

Succinctly soused inside the roadhouse

Nowhere near a library or books piled

Higher than the gloved attendants

Who often culminate in a contradiction of germs

That you just missed hitting straight on

But hey when the floor rises under you

Be prepared to meet the ceiling quickly

Get real flat

As fast as you possibly can

9.8.11

If Anything is Everything

If Anything is Everything

for Jocelyn 

by flot

If you are anything to me

You are everything to me

If anything exists

You are everything

If existence holds me close

You are existence

If music soothes my suffering soul

If words float effortlessly

If chocolate is sweet

If I have a treat

You are my music and words

You are my chocolate treat

If walking the woods after sleeping late

After my most wonderful waking

Is my life

You are my life

My life is greater than infinite

My love for you is more than ultimate

If you are anything to me

You are everything to me

If anything exists

You are everything

If existence holds me close

You are existence

You are my life

My life is greater than infinite

My love for you is more than ultimate

If anything is everything

If anything even is at all…….

The Loose Structure of tHe tIGhT cHAoS

Let the loose structure shake you in skeletal form or tangential construct meant to distract no matter as long as someone reacts to the choices presented and the paths that appear the doors that open the engines that turn the fork in the road of your place setting at the table of life’s dinner call because the bell just rang it’s call to attention and the construct needs support to be built outside rules and obstructions to gather the energy of destruction releasing it back in fallible functions at pre-fabricated junctions we never thought would interact we never thought there would be any lefts when no one’s wrong there are no rights no matter what you know

This tight chaos is loosely structured and built to self-destruct as a continuum function self-repeating

The loose structure of the tight chaos

The loose structure of the tight chaos

The loose structure of the tight chaos

……………………………..

samflot

7.8.11

Above Nevada, I Guess

Above Nevada, I Guess

by sam flot

Gaining velocity

In the untrained philosophies

Under contemplation or

Resurrected beliefs and deities

Will find benefit where they are

Without linking superstition to destiny or

Remuneration to ecstasy

and

The kinetic kids approach the process

With inherent but pathetic dignity and

Scheduled turns for changing lanes and games

Into gains and lame prophets

Who predict the past

As if looking behind or above a corner

Closed to wrong angles and

Clanging around a jangling sound

Generating a changelings authenticity

Which supplies no authority

To regulate the indications of sincerity or

The quality of the veracity

With which we travel around town

Circulating among concentric squares and

Blind spots approaching with trepidation

Regarding the surrounding sensations

As replacements regard their former selves’

Internally combusting and

Regenerating like waves

In the yellow, yellow sky

6.14.11

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