Friday Night at 8: Bum’s Rush

Just wrote a poem very specific to Docudharma and of the moment which means it’s a blog poem, meant for right now, I like that.

Here’s a picture I like:


And here’s the poem.  From me to you … and a happy Friday and Full Moon and Labor Day Weekend to all!

Bum’s Rush

bum’s rush, keep seeing

the bodies moved along, pushed

and shoved and moved along,

rushing me out of the

place I was headed

I’m just a bum, you know.

bum’s rush, must be somewhere

I’m not allowed, there’s a

“keep out” sign I must have

missed, and I think

of Arlo.

and that song about my land

your land, but that makes me

think of the blogger

winter rabbit and

then I have questions

about whose land

but then buhdydharma said we

don’t own the land,

we belong to the land

so who thinks they’ve

got the right to

give me the

bums rush?


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  1. … computer is acting full moon goofy so may not be able to comment for a while.

    But I loves ya all!

  2. As I was walkin’  –  I saw a sign there

    And that sign said – no tress passin’

    But on the other side  …. it didn’t say nothin!

    Now that side was made for you and me!

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