love is my engulfer
to lead no life at all, but with the leaves fall
a poet once said: I is we
tell me then, why I’m a so lonely
god is not vested in human interests
but poets are
I’m a pimply subconscious
trying to fit in with all the expressions
desire is everything at once
materialism is a vacant dress
maturity is remembering you were once an idiot
when we look up as oft we do forward
what midgets make our aspirations!
when career swallowed up survival
it must have lost all its hunger
I prefer the natural way—synapse goe off inmybrain
I sing from my most dense place
and somewhere a heart breaks
I’m not losing my mind—
but finally abiding it!
to wander the earth like an ape-man
or what you call Buddhism
give me pen and paper, send me to the four corners
and I can live—I can live!
computer keyboard is my piano
oh hunger, must you conspire with such peril?
time is a rhythm section—and I’m a mind player
daydreaming my vehicle crashing into walls
I don’t burn the candle but stretch thin
to be loved? I’d rather be myself