Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

All them pretty little angels everywhere

One of them is riding in my kayak atop the car with his wings spread out

I bang on the roof and tell him not to make so much god damn noise

I'm back in the car again headed for Duluth

You start seeing pines and aspen on 35 and you know you are alive and close to your destination

Duluth is like a milk and honey whore, the rain comes pissing down to greet me

You never forget the magic bridge and the sailboat floating through the canal

I put the boat in and roller coaster ride to Two Harbors

The lake water seems colder than Munising

The rocks here looks like lava come out of a nuns asshole, it's dark, dangerous, sharp as a knife, with shocking bright yellow lichens hanging on in places

The rock around Gooseberry makes sandstone look like a pillow

If I capsize and hit my head it's game over

Two Harbors is where Rick, Rick the disco dancer lives, ex cop who has the dirty job of arresting people who fuck deer

The boat landings are hard here, the beaches are made up of what looks like crushed brick

I lay out on the beach with a six pack with the sun streaming down

I look like a little baby with a beer bottle hanging out of its lips

Some little girls come over and beat me with sticks and scream and make wracket

One of the girls opens my eye lid and says," yes he's still alive"!

I am paddling to Split Rock Light House

There is a beautiful cove, I didn't know there was an island here

The light house looks like a medieval castle on a cliff

Not many people paddle around its base

I look up at the people as they look down at me

The wind shifts from the Northwest to the South

The wave action builds and I have to fight my way back

In two hours I'm back on the beach, there are no soft landings here

I am alone again with the rain and wind to paddle in a sea of people

I am always paddling.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Pulling a load of kayaks up a flight of stairs like some chimp, or gorilla

Some cute looking chic in a bikini laughs at my burden

She's smart but what a bitch, doesn't lift a finger to help

You have to be a hard core asshole to do this everyday for the chump change

A motherfucker without a dime, and alone in his own little bird cage

The human race sometimes helps or it tries to strip away all dignity and hope {another piece of flesh}

The fat bastard from Big Boys swizels his martini at me

They always leave the boats way short of the stairs

I continue to muscle this yellow fucker up the this sandy kayak worn stairway to the wheels

Darkness sets in and your covered in grime and bugs

This girl tells me I'm nothing but a thug, an animal, that I can't beat the system

But I already have.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Promethius Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

The total cocklebur runs into your nose

It does not know why

Tiny ants pick up a man and carry him away

The sand gets poured into the clock

Why is the answer such justice

Boredom is the time killer

The job is the robber of your soul.

Poetry from the book {Promethius Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas 

Diary entry from the book {Promethuis Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Sunday July 16   I've decided to stay on the island for a day. Wildlife is plentiful here. I have traveled far in five days. I walk the sand beach like Robinson Carusoe with bare feet and boonie hat. This would be a good place to live if it didn't flood and the water was pure. There is an ocean out there.

Diary entry from the book {Promethuis Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

         Is terrorism the cause or is petroleum

      Is it worth the blood and broken families

      Is it worth another wall of soldiers faces.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

         School is where you learn to be a cog

        A morsel for the mother ship of labor.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Humanities economic dance

They just want you to suffer

They just want you to suffer

There little bullshit minds

They want you to suffer there criminal conformity

They want you to suffer there tribal romance

They want you to suffer their mediocre dance.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

School is nothing more than elitism for elitisms sake

Where intelligence is hard to find.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                                 America

                 Where the poor get poorer

                        The rich get richer

                     And the middle class

                   Gets fucked in the Ass.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

I am a creative human being

I am not a business man, or people person, or a salesman

My life and my work only count when I am gone.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                            It's all a dime
                            It's all a crime
                               It is a take
                     The money you make
                        The money chase.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                        The money is hard

                    The paintings are easy.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                        There's nothing here

                               A vacancy

                  A dead industrial mud bank

People in the far away sands throwing their fishing lines in

                   Trying to catch a dream

      They don't realize how good they've got it

                   Sitting on a mud bank

      The light trickling through a river birch

       The grass feels so cool on the fingers

      A barge with a house sitting on top of it

         The house takes up half the barge

The other half is taken up with a green lawn spreading up to its bow

A man in bermuda shorts puffing a pipe happily mows his lawn as the river streams by

The barges talk to him in his sleep.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                        Sitting by the campfire
    A starry night with satelites and shooting stars
                     This is what life should be
                   Watching the dancing flame
                       This is the best in life
               I keep going, I keep hanging on
                        To that silvery moon.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
 

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Flying solo again, no friend or foe

No watch or clock to keep an eye on

You can't buy me with your money, though you can try

Pure paddling without the bullshit

Public speaking isn't my forte, god I know

Most the year I'm around four people and next I have an audience of one hundred thirty

Scrutinous human beings with pitchforks, and clubs

I took some advice and tried to visualize some of  them naked, but all I got was boner

People always want you to be something your not

Put a smile on your face so the customer feels free to buy a rotisserie hot dog

It comes with a heated bun.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Watching the sailboats go in, such beauty is the blue and white

The sail takes on the sky

Alone in another city, where all the fun is in the money

It could be Boisie, Duluth, Marquette, Iowa City, there all the same

Anywhere is good if you've got the money

Man paddling a canoe alone against the wind

He makes it to the other side and throws out a fishing line hoping for a dinner

People want to throw their dreams at you, they want to shit on you

There's not a damn thing that I can do, there is no magic wand

Here you live by the lakes rules, the wind is king

A seagull sits on a green bouy patiently waiting for a deal a meal

The flag flutters from the Northwest, an ill wind if it's blowing hard enough

It's no surprise that no one comes back, too many stairs, too many days without a break

There's nothing lower than sitting in a bar all alone

The women stare at you and get prettier as you get more inebriated

Bars are nothing but a con job, but so is the world.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas