I'd hang ten on the lands end; ..to transcend.
Free-fall through stakes of great space and plant hemp.
Deface a mans benz, in total sobriety.
To 'transcend' - I'd toss up my soul to society.
Fit the mould supplied for me.
Follow-on the name.
Karate kick the moon awry to cause calmer waves.
Eclipse city lights, stop fights and 'dim' moods.
Rip hippy bikes down the block to hymn tunes.
Kids snooze on planning, they hate themselves.
I'm used to transcending; like changing shells..
Transcending like the grace of bells breaking silence.
It's the greatness in ones self that shapes defiance.
Break the climate crisis, alignment of the sunbelt.
Station science.. raging riots.. drying of the tundra.
We're mining all the nations we've unbuilt..
It took our system pirates and violence to supply us our ganja.
I'd trade it for a wife and a Honda..
..staying clean from the bars.
Posting up with my father displacing weed from the jar.
Mean cars with horses couldn't shake me in time still.
These guard-forces couldn't break me and my will..
Tree farms seize arms and forge guerrilla clans.
Cheap cards, and peace charms worn by prison gangs.
Weed farce as substance, could puff my best lines.
When I lean hard hold the musket but chest high.
Running crews cunning muse exceptionally fascinating.
Drugs prove and loving booze is mentally lacerating.
Ask the nation, half the wages of half the races pay for it.
And pass the apron and plastic plating - 'baking' is a favorite.
Savor spit when water is fluoridated purposely.
And plagiarists accost more word assailants fervently.
Yes still hope there's some place beyond the rainbow.
..but since it won't stop raining we're all in the same boat.
(Nicholas Kierstead 1/19/13)