Fredy Argir


The Silver Dollar Coup of 1979

 

When the collective bedroom of America

Draws its goodnight shade

And the carbon bed lamp of the world

Knows another day is played

 

When the stars that no one understands

Become a silver dollar haze

And the over-active moon slides across

The place where no crime pays

 

When the waist-material highway

Sneaks past the man-made door

And the smoking vehicles of mystery

Depart for the Earth’s peace corps

 

When mules and jewels and lesser tools

Are, or are snapped in, leather cases

And the co-op of a Mexican farm

Is cloaked in Spanish laces

 

When the burnt Arizona desert

Meets the white peaks to the north

And the air that slept in Canada

Sluggishly gushes forth

 

When the grinding hum just whistles by

And fades from louds to blacks

And the bankers in the hall of fame

Are looking smooth in grey flannel sacks

 

When the foundries and the factories

Gather the shift’s fresh numbers

And a stalwart unsung villain

Reacts to illegal wonders

 

When every man who ever lived

Knows his future well

And tells his son that he’s the one

Who has the world to tell

 

When East meets West in tribal revolt

And the Hudson again flows clean

And the jockey of the rotund hour

Parks his black and silver machine

 

When Kerouac no longer meets up with

The bosses of the road

And those who prefer wings over asphalt

Turn in their much-too-heavy load

 

When every insect of the night

Can bathe in private dew

There’ll be no more concept of wrong and middle and right

And no rumor of a coup

 

Think back, for a moment, to Seventy-nine

When there were more important things to do

Remember when everybody lived on the line

Until the summer of Eighty-two?

 

Don’t dilute the vivid memory

Let it sparkle like it did in Eighty-two

Like the time when there were real prices

To pay for a part in a coup

 

When the collective bedroom of America

Draws its goodnight shade

We will all be just so many

Conspirators on parade 

Fredy Argir

Austin, Texas


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