Jackspace

like a pebble cast into the calm pond
ripple
across the surface
tension
in rhythm
resonance

I have been trying to find out information about this song with a catchy hook that I had heard on Jeff Farias‘ radio show on Nova M Radio and today I not only found out it is called, surprise surprise, New American Century by Sputnik Weazel; but there’s a video by a fellow peacenik. Check it out:

Smog hovers above the Bay this morning.
As I approached our old place on Arlington,
I remembered I hadn’t put the  dogs’ water bowl out for them.

Turn around

Hey at least i get to see what this part of the ride is like in the daylight.
Not bad!
Hills off to the East, and actually, all around.

Back to the smog.
You could really only see it  as you rounded past San Pablo Dam Road.
At first it looked like a giant grey nebulous ghost of a toad.
Floating over San  Pablo.
By time I got back up and over,
the toad had morphed
into a blanket of doom, spread across the Bay like a death veil.

Off in the distance, you could see it was the Chevron plant in Richmond churning it out.
Even in the middle of Lefty Mecca we have  need for the devil’s brew of gas and oil.
Let  our kids die on foreign soil
to protect our right to wreck and spoil

the planet
your back yard
doesn’t it seem like a state of distress?

Why the triangulation?
why the complication?

Things have really slipped
we’re losing our nation
but not of you’ve got YOUR imagination
of what this world could be like
if we only cared.

kid deluxe in a breathing exercise turns and asks
‘what is the present phase of the moon?’
bemused, I say  ‘from which part of the Universe?’

All the same, the idea has been planted
a while back
when the wind was cold
and persistent

on each side of the temple are two dogs
their names: Fear and Doubt

remember this, again