Familiar Presides - Moss Icon

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