APRIL 2005

> CLOSING TIME | ron whitehead

from thingvellir iceland we came, vikings,
crossed the atlantic in open vessel, wooden ship,

past a statue shouting empty words, liberty,
crossed the appalachian mountains to kentucky, hillbillies,

the viking hillbilly apocalypse revue, not knowing tour,
headed west into the canyoned night, west kansas in an old ford,

sarah sees people, spirits,
knocking pulling on our doors at 3am, rest stop,

depart further into deep night, shooting stars,
colorado sunrise boulder buddhist naropa, university,

did buddha suggest a university where was jesus’ church, wherever he was,
to woody creek hunter s thompson home, gonzo,

highway 133 backroads valleys mountain passes, telluride,
rosemerry and art goodtimes had by all, heart and lungs collapse,

climb mountains every one the last, america is an illusion,
america doesn’t never did never will exist this poem is for nobody, closing time,

tear down the fences that bound the prairies, the mountains,
saw down the parking meters the beaches long, everglades big sur,

take back the plundered earth hold it, heal it,
your bosom your womb embrace, take it back,

there are no boundaries no fences no owners, never were,
never will be only beauty this world is full, brimming,

pregnant with beauty los alamos, evil,
take it back the deserts, mojave,

the mountains the prairies the plains, take kansas please,
take it all back it is yours, we have tortured it long enough,

let us all go to spirit school until we are, healed,
ready to return to the vast purple green blue beauty, earth,

no name can describe the majestic beauty, of this place,
mother where is this we are here now but only, a little longer,

till closing time which is two or eight years, or days,
away places we traversed called, colorado new mexico arizona california,

andy michael david james dean sarah, the heart of las vegas darkness,
mountain desert ocean deciduous evergreen, cactus,

a 2,700 sequoia years old largest living being, in the world,
where what place is this, why are we here,

except to live in peace harmony, not harm,
love embrace accept forgive grow our souls, be patient,

closing time has arrived, we had our chance,
and blew it, thread of hope remains,

desert winds howling screaming, tumbleweed,
this poem is hope full, written by who,

this poem is for no borders, no boundaries,
this poem is for nobody, it is for,

this poem is for the deserts the mountains the oceans the forests, majestic, this poem this closing time poem is for, nobody,

> BIOGRAPHY | about the author

Ron Whitehead is a Poet, Writer, Editor, Publisher, Organizer, Scholar, Professor. He is Founder and Director of The Global Literary Renaissance, a non-profit organization, supporting the global literary community. For more information, visit Ron's WEBSITE.