One Very Fine Morning When

You know how it is

when you're feeling weightless

and know you're ageless

and are running freely

across a shining grassy field

on a mysterious 3,500-year-old

Native American mounds site
whose builders remain unknown

with your two big middle-aged dogs

who have adored you

and known you very well

for more dog years

than you've been alive

and a familiar breeze helps

carry you buoyantly along

until you begin outrunning it

and you begin carrying

the wind with you

skimming the shrubby banks

of a curving muddy bayou
mostly content with its course

and the mother dog drops

down suddenly into

a hidden eroded spot

landing on matted mud straw

at deep water's flowing edge

and is safe but needs you

to drop down with her

quickly in case of soft mud

and thankfully somehow
lift her thick body

up over your head

back onto the bank

while daughter dog

peers down excitedly

encouraging you

with her devotion

and neutralizes gravity

in the sudden hole

for a moment

with her will

concerned for

her loved ones

and before you know it

all three of you

are running again

now across a broad field

through horizontal sun waves
that make you ecstatically happy

with no end in sight

having caught up
with the wind
and daring it

to outrace you

because your dogs

are carrying you

far faster than

any wind
could ever blow
and swear you've

been there before

and aren't kidding

when the giant

sacred bird mound
comes into view

Larry Piltz

Indian Cove

July 24, 2010

http://www.crt.state.la.us/parks/ipvertypt.aspx

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poverty_Point

The #1 Poem In America

I've got the #1 poem in America
and it's brought to you by Prozac and Lyrica
it's got an edgy non sequitur staccata maraca
and it's known to cause ritual hysterica
it's the #1 poem in America
It's botox, bobby sox, shock jocks, and electroshocks
space walks, detox, 9-ml Glocks, and triple locks
DNA building blocks, doomsday clocks, one big black box
it's the #1 poem in America
and it's brought to you by a rollercoaster pharmica
and it may cause or prevent the next Guernica
it's the #1 poem in America

Larry Piltz
Auschtin, Texas

Who Me

(Ballad of the Hoot Owls)

10:40

Soundlessly

dark has settled

drenched the earth

waking the nocturne

suddenly from on high

an emphatic cry

Voice 1:

I who am here am here who

I am who is here

Is there a you here who

I who am here am here who

I am who is here

Listening for you here who

5:40

Faintest glow

barely preceding

premonition of dawn

stills night's last

suddenly from on high

again an emphatic cry

Voice 1:

I who am here am here who

I am who is here

Is there a you here who

I who am here am here who

I am who is here

Listening for you here who

Voice 2:

I who too am here now am here who

I too am who is here

Is that you here too who

I who too am here now am here who

I too am who is here

Is that you here too who

Voice 1:

I who am here now am glad who

Am happy that you are here too

Am happy there is a you who

Is happy that I am here too who

Voice 2:

I who too am here now am glad who

Am happy there's now a happy you who

Listens at night for my who too

As I listen at night for your who who

Larry Piltz

Indian Cove

The Wave

Wherever there's a wave, there's a way, and a wave.

Wherever there's a wave, there's a way,

Forever is the day of the wave and the way.

Wherever there's a wave, there's a way.

Life is like a beach, there's a wave, and a way.

When love is within reach, there's a way.

The pain is there to teach us a way of the wave
and that within the wave there's more than one way

When you're on your own, there's a wave, and a way.

If your heart begins to groan, there's a way.

There is kindness you'll be shown by the wave, by the way,
and sharing kindness, if you will, is the way.

As we sail the stars, there's a wave, and a way.

If our Earth becomes like Mars, there's a way.

As we move out of our cars, out of the way of that wave,

we'll no longer be like slaves all our days.

As you live and breathe, there's a wave, and a way.

When your laughter turns to grief, there's a way.

It will cleanse all your beliefs and will show you the way,

the way to laugh and to believe every day.

Wherever there's a wave, there's a way, and a wave.

Wherever there's a wave, there's a way.

Forever is the day of the wave and the way.

Wherever there's a wave, there's a way.

Larry Piltz

Indian Cove

TV TV TV (Is Me)

Larry Piltz

TV TV TV TV
showing me what to be TV
showing me what I see TV
shows many things for free TV
and always talks about me

TV TV TV TV
Telling me how I’ve been TV
showing me what I’ll win TV
just waiting for me to begin TV
I think I’ll turn it on again

TV TV TV TV
The action never slows TV
count the electron rows TV
on TV anything goes TV
turn it off - and it glows

TV TV TV TV
A box with a glass wall TV
a box that’s ten feet tall TV
been watching since I was small TV
taught me how to crawl

TV TV TV TV
You can play it like a game TV
blood and guts and sex and shame TV
teaches who and what to blame TV
hypnosis is the same

TV TV TV TV
Just waiting for me to awake TV
from a dream about a snake TV
that can only be killed with a rake TV
and it lives just outside in the lake TV
how it hissed when it learned I’m a fake TV
now I'm turning into the snake TV
and I'm chasing me around with a rake TV
I think I fell asleep at the break
TVTVTVTVTVTVTVTVTVTVTVTVTVTVTVTVTV

The Hummer Dumber Song
(All Over Utopia)

Larry Piltz

[This is satire; not an instruction manual. - L.P.]

Blow up a Hummer, as it rolls off the line
blow up a Hummer, and pay a small fine
blow up a Hummer, and all of its kind
blow up a Hummer, on your street or mine

Blowing up Hummers all over utopia
all over the streets of godly Myopia
our nearsighted utopia

Hummer Hummer, what a gas
Hummer owner, what an ass
hauling groceries from the store
Hummer hauling giant whore

Hummer runs into a wall
Hummer flaming fireball
toast of the town, money to burn
Hummer owner Postmodern

Hummer Hummer burning bright
go to blazes this good night
reeking ugly moral blight
get thee Hummer from my sight

Hummer hurdles over wall
Hummer smashes in the fall
on its way to shopping mall
Hummer still a bit too small

Hummer selfishness on crack
turn a car onto its back
driving on a soldier’s grave
oil’s its god with a zombie slave

Hummer Hummer, set me free
free me now from my TV
drive with it into the sea
blowing up eternally

Hummer easy to carjack
just hide up top on the luggage rack
then park Hummer on railroad track
I heard about this from a colonel in Iraq

Hummers drive the blue or the red one
drive it to work and to Armageddon
drive it whether you’re Mars or Venus
drive it like it’s your big steel penis

O sweet Myopia
what friend would I be
to let a friend drive so stupid
now give me that key
stand down from your sin
leave the door just ajar
you're forgiven my friend
but don't stand in front of my new car
we love you Myopia
our nearsighted utopia

Hang the Calendars,
Smash the Clocks

Larry Piltz

Am I the same person
who was hanging calendars
at work half the afternoon
imagining what I might be
doing this very moment tonight
or could I still be at work
hanging calendars?