My life is a blank
I cannot get myself out of bed I'm frightened.
I feel terrorized by my potential and possibilities;

My life is bending
Backwards and I cannot help it I'm embarassed.
I feel my limbs in pain for sleeping too much;

My head is getting empty
I'm a farce, an unintelligent man one more for the crowd.
I lost the ability to be.

Burning minds,
Brilliant minds
Different minds...

All of them writing the same old stuff,
Bowing themselves to the ancient knowledge,
Going to waste.

All of them stuck inside four walls,
25 of them:
Learning that passion and dreams are money!
Learning that power is freedom!
Thinking that peace is no war...

How fleeting their brilliance,
How wasted their genius,
How happy they are...ignorant,
How they despise madness and true humor,
How they accept the concrete walls!
How they feel one with the smoke and tar!
How they laugh at gibberish and lead
Sober, boring, small lives...
How they look at big cities
Instead of trees,
How they learn that beauty is a monstruous exuberance
Instead of passion, freedom and the simplicity of oneself
In the middle of every day circus.

Eyes of a flaming bird, red face and thick gorilla eyebrows,

He got off his truck, closed the door with vigor
I could see his amused yet direct gaze staring at the shop window,
                         A perfect combination of fine art and unentangled wisdom in relaxation,
                                            Sure, authentic, upbeating.
A transparent window among a crowd of mirrors.

I'm really sick of law
of telling me what to do
of telling me where to go;

Sick of time, of counting time
Sick of all the adventures I could have
but stay home take care
Same little same bed
It isn't big enough;
A large boulder would suffice better as a bed
In a desert or a plain I don't care.

I want get new fluids up and down my body law doesn't cope
I want excessive alcohol, excessive hugs, excessive moolight
I want it so excessively I want to ***** it
Spread it
Swallow it
And **** it all again
At once!
All at the same time!
I want starvation drunkness under the moon
I want sweating under the sun on the desert plains
I want not bathing and howling on the dirt
Animals would be ashamed
And so be it
I want beat this world and the other and be beaten by it.

Send me some *******' postcards of your places

I wanna visit them all!

Dark skinned face the whitest beard
Hobo style fishing hat and brown scarf
Full jacket on,
'My legs aren't what they were.' he realizes
As he drops off the bus smiling
His eyes gazing somewhere
Sometime beyond present.
Plastic bag on his hand
Hands straining but relaxed,
End of poem.