The voice of a Blind Melon
Yellin’
ecstasy into me
and I spin
I revel within
and express
a great big mess of harmony.

Did Shannon Hoon die?
Did Manson lie?
Does the moon cry?

Shannon’s voice is alive
music never dies
it proliferates
making lively me.
Charles Manson believed
Charles Manson confused
Charles Manson killed
he manipulated
himself and his family
he loved and hated
he was Jesus
he was a killer
he had eyes
were so intense
as if stuck in a dream
where everything seemed
accentuated
and manipulated
and confused
just as he,
abused
set forth in the world this fuse,
this muse,
will he one day sit atop chapel pews?
He saw the world
and he did not lie
he wanted
love
but he killed
for the world is ill.

And so the moon cries
as it watches over us
living in this world
where love
becomes kill
where peace
is impossible
where asses rule the masses
fascists burn forests to ashes
guitars are trends
giraffe necks end
humanity spends
spins
a web
of greed
we concede
ideals
to real
turning burning yearning
but not getting
fretting
for the future
that we created
it is anticipated
to have dissipated
once it falls from the people’s hands.