I told you about Ann and John and a few others writing poems, reading them out loud, spreading the beauty of it. Here is another I admire greatly. Charles, and his cast, including Aunt Bea and the Brown-Bag-Prophet, cut to the heart of things, sometimes subtly, sometimes like a wooden bat to a low curve ball, like today.
He reads them aloud and usually includes a drawing or photographic art of his own creation. What I wouldn’t do for the well of inspiration this guy is tapped into!
The incredible thing to me is that Charles does this almost every day, not just for a month, but year-round! More people need to be Reading Between the Minds.
the brown bag prophet
watched
office workers
file out
of high-rises
and
well-dressed professors
head to starbucks
to meet
their favorite
mini-skirted lab assistants
the glint in his eyes
was more
than i
could resist
so i
inquired
why such
pleasure
with these
observations
he took
a sip from
his bag
and
said
they’ve all bought into
the illusion
of freedom
not knowing
that
at
any moment
a private corporation
like
the federal reserve bank
could call in
their loan on life
leaving them
to live
a penny-on-the-dollar existence
they’re all worker bees
doesn’t matter
their size
or
color
they’re all slaves
working
from
paycheck to paycheck
to payback
a national debt
to an unseen
group
who owns
every country
in the world
so
i wonder
who
has freedom
the living
or
the dead
or
some
brown bag drunk
by the side
of the road
Talk to me: