Green Leaves & Yellow Flowers
ERIC CHAET
(originally posted at 100 Peculiarly Useful So-Called Poems)
Green leaves & yellow flowers
pave my way thru the Milky Way.
Green leaves & yellow flowers pave my way.
Grey stones & foaming beaches
soothe my soul as I go wandering.
Grey stones & foaming beaches soothe my soul.
Some days I’m always moving,
some days I just lie around—
some days I’m so cold & lonely, as I roam around.
Some days peace fills my bloodstream,
some days I am all confusion—
some days life is one profusion, bursting all around.
Call comes from a secret ally:
“There’s some work now that you can do—
work that’s good for those who are suffering,
work that’s good for me & you.”
Clouds that fly & suns that pierce them
fill my soul with satisfaction.
Clouds that fly & suns that pierce them—fill my soul.
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Eric Chaet, born Chicago, 1945, South Side, beaten, denigrated, sinking, swimming—servant of a refractory nation and species, sweating laborer in factories and warehouses, wearing jacket and tie in offices and classrooms—”so-called poems” published and posted around the world, sporadically, for decades—author of People I Met Hitchhiking On USA Highways (read a review) and How To Change the World Forever For Better—perpetual polymath student, synthesizer of specialists’ insights and methods, solo consultant regarding space exploration and accidents involving obsolete industrial machinery—album of songs Solid and Sound—hitchhiked back and forth between the Pacific and Atlantic, sleeping out for years and subsisting on water and sunflower seeds, stapling a series of 1500 posters he made to utility poles, inciting whoever saw them to seize the responsibility for their own lives—governing without coalition or means of or inclination to coerce or confiscate, from below, approximately invisible.
[photo by Hagerty Ryan, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, from Wikimedia Commons]
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