Familiar Presides
I know you for
Land up on that telephone pole
My shoulders rise at an acute angle
Slowing me, slowing me
Flock of birds
Like a spotted sheet, thrown out to the wind
Tumble and preside

Auburn eyes, familiar
Auburn eyes, tumble and preside

Yes, you have me now, man, with your beautiful machine
With your pretty packaged food
And your pesticid'd vegetables
And your self-destructing automobiles
And your numb-to-nature peoples
Programmed to construct your double-arched steeples
Yes, your televised peoples
And your hypnotized leaders

Yes you have me now, man
With your stereophonic speakers
With your stereophonic speakers
And your technological ideas
And your enlightened spiritual teachers
And your stereotypical features
Auburn eyes
Erratic and sharp-seeing
Know my soul up on high
Fly away with me