Woodward — Billy Mark

To Rosa Parks Bus Station

(Happiness)

Happiness is a short bus ride from work

it is a short cloud in the sky

It is when the sky opens up and

the sunshine moves its hands through the clouds

and starts to play piano on the back of the street

Happiness

(Loyalty)

Loyalty is the sound of the piano touching the keys of the fingers

It is the sound of music playing in the back of the bus

It is the loyalty of sound vibrations that move through our body

Loyalty and happiness togethermake a child

And that child is the sound of….

(God)

God is the sound of the piano

Its black keys and white keys

intermingling dissonance and harmony

it is the sound of an empty handicap seat

because we don’t have handicaps

because we all are handicapped

it is the sound of a full chord

(Love)

Love is the exhaust from the back of the bus

That comes out in a dark cloud

Like a picture of the valentine

Cute little heart

And it floats up in the sky

With cupids

And there’s an arrow of light

That it shot trough it

Down onto a single of blade of grass

Love is the water that pulls the grass

Up from its roots

Until all that the grass can see

Is the sound of a lawnmower

Chopping it down as it goes back into the earth

Deep down into the soil

And opens its mouth

Love is rain

And the cycle of the heart that is beating

Inside of us

It is the movement through the

ventricular system to the fingertips

back to the heart

back through the fingertips

that are raised up into the air like

Beads of…

(Life)

Life

Life is sitting on a bus

Life is waiting

Life is waiting on a bus

Life is waiting In between buses

Life is… waiting In between buses

In between buses I work

In between buses I go home

In between buses I go home and I work

In between buses Life is waiting

Life is waiting

At home Life is waiting at home

Life is waiting at home

In between homes

In between homes I move

In between buses

Life is a waiting

In between homes I wait

In between buses

Life is a waiting

Life is waiting

--rich

Life is waiting

And I am paid ten dollars an hour to wait

I am paid ten dollars an hour to wait for you

I´ll wait for you

I´ll wait for you like a bus

I´ll wait for you

I´ll wait In between buses

In between back doors and front doors

Life…

(Friendship)

Friendship

Is spitting words to a strange man on a bus

Friendship is the opportunity to move beyond our barriers

And move beyond our speed

Because we can only moveso fast until the sound of the sky crumbles in on us

Friendship is the Hand that reaches up

It is the same hand that digs down into the grass

It is the grasp of friendship and the

Earth that we hold together

It is that same two hands that on right side on the left side of the heart

It is the same side that we move apart

It is the opposite side of the bump

of the thump of a drum

That spits from across the seas

and across the waters

Until undersea

We realize that friendship is the sound of the opposites

That move from one second in conversation

That move across the sound

Like I will yes you will say no

I will say silence you will say snow

As it glows on the top of the mountain

As it moves down the mountain

And it moves to an opposite fountain

As it moves back up in the same

circulatory system that we move

as our heartbeats move back and forth

as we share one stop

one stop after another

and in between each stop is a bump

and the bump

and the back door

and we move out

and we circulate

friendship is the sound of the circulation

that moves back and forth

in between our language

(Family)

Family is what we cannot escape from

Family is the unshakable

Family is The I wish I could shake you

But I cannot shake you

Family is the calm hand shaking

Family is the withdrawals that we feel

familyIs the familiar the strange

Family … family is strange

Made familiar

(Hatred)

Hatred is family

Made familiar

Over time

Hatred

Is Donald Trump

Kissing me on the cheek

And me kissing him on the cheek

Us touching each other gently

And understanding family hatred

I hate you

I love you

I want you

I kill you

I breathe you

I need you

I hate you

I Kill you

I want you

I breathe you

Hatred is Donald Trump

Hatred is family

I love you

I hate you

You’re familiar

You’re strange

(Weather)

Whether or not

The weather

--strings

-lights

-sun

-rain

-flowers

-spring

-grass

-earth

-houses

-people

…

….

(People)

People more than words

People words

--what makes you rich

People more than sentences

What makes me rich is people more than sentences

Five years ten years

Waiting in between buses

In between job s

What makes me rich is people more than sentences

More than just a word: Hey

More than one sentence: Hey, how you doing?

What makes me rich is people more than sentences:

Hey, I gotta job for you. For ten years.

What makes me rich is people more than sentences

- Money

(Detroit)

Mmmm Detroit….

What makes me rich is people more than sentences

From Rosa Parks Bus Station

You just keep it cominn´….

Just any…

Any word, any sentence….

Whenever you’re ready

I start? Do I start or you start?

Yes, you just start. You just say a word.

(Home)

Home is the place that I leave

And as I get into my car that transforms

Into the sound of the road that I move over in my sleep

And I wake up Home Depot

Every morning I wake up every in Home Depot

I wake up in aisle five

Looking for electrical components

To put inside of my house

so the lights can glow

On my dark street

I look for wood

so I can fix up the back of my house

I wait

this is my home

(Venture)

Venture…

I took a step out

Look the edge of the water

I breath in the air

I scoop my hand down into the water

I pull both of them up

And let the water drip out of my hand

Like a clock

Move Into the bottom ofmy other hand

I walk forward

Over the water

Into the water

(Peace)

Each piece of the water

Slip along my hand

As my neck starts toslowly submerge

Deeper into the water

Until it was my chin

Until it was the bottom of my lip

Until my words became swallowed by ocean

Until it was my nose

Each piece of my skin covered by water

This venture that pulled me into the deep

(New)

Each piece that pulled me into the deep

Was a new movement of water

First it was just a trickling over my head

And then it was the submersion of my body into slow motion

And then it was the rippling of the waves above my thoughts

And then it was Slow tsunami that pulled

(Believe)

I pull further and further away

Until my disbelief

Came and became my belief

As the clouds over my eyes

That were covered with water were

Indistinguishable from tears

Indistinguishable from rain

And all I could see was the movement

--EXCUSE ME

Excuse me…

(Understanding)

mmm

AND as I looked up at the clouds

And I lost all forms of understanding

As my eyes opened up and

I saw the lights from the bus

Underneath the water

And I saw the back door

And I saw the development

And I saw

every form of transportation that I thought I understood

And I saw the bus stops

And I saw my hands

And I saw my eyes

And I saw the clouds

(Accomplishment)

---For real!!!

And I was lost in a sense of accomplishment

I had nothing

As I look up at the clouds

As I look up at the development

As I look up at the transportation

As I look up at my hands

I lost my accomplishment

---Get the hell out of here

I lost my words as I got the hell outta dodge

I pulled out in a Dodge

I got my wheels beneath me

My wheels were firmly grasped

Underneath my car

As I strolled up Woodward

Looking for a new answer

I looked for a new dodge to get into

---Hell Yeah!

I look into a new hell to get into

I got into a new yes to get into

I lost my No

As I up look the clouds

Covered with water

---You just keep talking man…

Indistinguishable my eyes

Indistinguishable my tears

Indistinguishable my development

I lost my transportation

---That’s real dog

I lost my dog

I was looking for my dog

for thirty years

I tried to find it

I scoured the bottom of the ocean

Searching through corals

Searching through schools of fish

And schools of thoughtSchools of clouds

That were reflecting

Underneath the top of the waves

And each wave was covered

With small mist, a small white

That tapped on the ocean

Knocking on the door

As if It had questions

As if It had answers

As if It had accomplishments to offer

I lost myself in accomplishments

I lost myself in the transportation

I lost myself in the development

I lost my dog.

(Deep)

Deep.