He was born
not to cooperate
with the world;

to be proudly
contrary and
indifferent.

He tried
the straight
and narrow
just long enough
to discover
the axe finds
the necks
of free men first.

He thought
about it
and decided
life is better
if you are
no one's victim
and that he
did not want
to **** his
away on nonsense.

Contact with
humans had
fried his brain
into a remnant
of carnage,
a napalmed city
or forest,
cold scar tissue.

He had to unlearn
the universe.

Naturally
he became
picturesque
and poor.

Men thought him
lazy or crazy;
women, mostly
interested in
money and power,
avoided him.

It was easy
to become a hermit.

He wanted a life
as free from
other people
and consequences
as possible.

He hides out now
in the edge places,
the waste places,
where no one
looks or cares.

You might
find him there,

but you will
never catch him.

  ~mce