Coal Face Blues

torn between fidelity to the muse

and the pop hilarity blues

the coal face calls

the coal face beckonings

calls to stand

the soul faced reckonings

baxter pulled us out of bed

the usual broken morning dread

and led then on this jk hunt

for feast fed famines to cross examine

stigma staccato battering ram

vigorous vile

ever in style

he never knew polly ester

though polly’s sister he’d see’d

never the world wide web he’d met

with wonderment laced with scorn i’d bet

never serfed the greed fueled toil

the brutal brainless brawl

the grind of the blind led blind

on poisonous ravaged soil

ambled instead intent

the far off mountainous hue

flightling inspired

torrid tirades

gainst the right winged circling buzzards crass

with their crevass encanyoned stumbling sight

and their fumbling ways alas

walked barefoot at times and poignant

bound by naught

a knot a frayed

bound only by thought and it’s tyranny

in its tryst with the un tamed