hold
up at has been hotel
i
hear the secrets
that
no one will speak
but
everyone tells
worked
out
lit
a smoke
still
sober
on
diet pepsi i choke
been
awhile since i spoke
even
longer since
i
went for a long walk
a
few can feel like forever
when
it was all that held sway
wanderlust
on the dark streets of decay
taking
stock
a
few volumes of published poetry
two
published novels
writing
a third
voices
heard
end
up here on this page
no
new direction
prescription
pills are my protection
from
all that inhabits my mind
changing
gears helps you go faster in the grind
but
there is no where i’m in a hurry to be
cause
when i get there all i will find
is
the me i wanted to leave behind
common
denominator
carried
by feet
till
i am beat
from
all the running
the
drinking didn’t stop the drumming
of
the beat i didn’t want to walk to
nothing
will undo
the
ties that bind
the
thoughts that crowd my mind
i
can burn my kingdom down
abdicate
my throne
roam
alone on concrete and stone
but
the persistence of my existence
will
remain with insistence
no,
this is not a suicide poem
i
wouldn’t give anyone the satisfaction
but
as the lyricist laid down,
“you
don’t know what it’s like to be me”
oh
everyone tells you how to be free
from
the traps in which i am entangled
but
changing my perspective
only
supports my argument
that
it is all perspective
save
your holistic guru goulash
for
homes that are clean and posh
this
structure is condemned
abandoned
and waiting
for
the dance of decay
to
have its day
and
for science to answer
the
only question that matters,
“did
beatniks bounce their babies
after
breakfast?”
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