Airing It All Out

Hope and the future for me are not in lawns and cultivated fields, not in towns and cities, but in the impervious and quaking swamps. - Thoreau

jammin' up a whole lot more than freeways

raising the roof like out-of-control, runaway inflation

hair and hats speaking volumes

shiny brass of woodwinds blinding eyes and opening hearts

miracle bass vibrating innards

biblical percussion hammering extremities

an epic six-string rattling faith

vocals a crucible

after all, every lawn and soul needs aeration

Author's Note

“What everybody echoes or in silence passes by as true today may turn out to be falsehood tomorrow, mere smoke of opinion, which some had trusted for a cloud that would sprinkle fertilizing rain on their fields.” - Thoreau