Things look better over there
at least, until you get over there
then, you might have a few reservations
and, wanna come back over here.
But, you find out you can’t go home anymore
because they’ve burned your house down.
One thing I’ve learned
is to think for yourself.
you don’t need to be a member
of a club, church, organization,
even think tank…
I wouldn’t join a damned thing If I were you
because there’s always a fee.
Now, I’m not doubting there could possibly be some happiness found
through some spiritual organization or religion.
But, even that’s a big maybe.
Some of the most spiritual and religious people I’ve met
tilt the bottle,
even worse than that.
and, it seems everything they touch
turns into trials and tribulations…
because there’s no escaping living
except through dying.
There’s me, you, and the neighbor
holding up the wall standing under that flickering lamp post.
He may jump up and down like a rhesus monkey
for the money.
I know that there would be no character built if not for temptation.
And, no one would write poetry if there were no pain in the world.
It seems yesterday’s weird is today’s normal
and today’s weird is gonna be tomorrow’s every day boring routine.
That man and woman attraction is causing all the trouble.
As, we’re on the brink of a civil war
race against race
with looming nuclear threats.
you get let off the hook easy when you have your good ole’ boys judging you…
then they say, ‘oh, he’s OK, let him go on his way! Here, take that rope off his bastardy neck!’
for them, that’s justice.
but, it’s not very goddamned polite!
And, if there’s no provable difference between someone dead or alive, this is surely all an illusion, anyway.
In my off time…
I love looking at my lizard friends crawling up my block walls.
they all have those tiny claws that cling.
Well, this is their sanctuary and I make goddamned sure it’s protected.
I know a young lizard from my old man lizard.
Old man lizard is dark like a black man, and I know they don’t have much longer to live,
because I’ve picked them up dead and have given them
a well deserved funeral in my garden.
I am their caretaker because I love my creatures who live in my yard.
the little Lizard princes and princesses have to be mighty careful,
because birds, squirrels, even mice and rats will pick them off,
even being attacked by the old lizard-king himself eating his own offspring.
Years ago, a hawk swooped down
and picked one of my dark old lizard men friends off the top of the wall
right in front of me
and carried him away.
I felt so terrible about the whole thing.
It happened in an instant
and, the thought of my poor lizard friend being eaten pained me.
the kitty hawk took a piece of me with him.
It’s just like
when there are things you can’t control.
and, there are way too many things that are so unjust we can’t do anything about except watch them happen.
and, for once in my life, I can truly say I love what I do.
It’s right here as I write.
you see me for what I am.
It’s right here in front of you
just look up to your ceiling.
there is a hole in my roof
as there is in yours
and a leak in my heart
because of all I do.
That’s hell’s way of heaven,
because that’s what’s left when
there’s no room for major screw-ups.
because, you do find out in time
over there is only
in the beginning.
But, you will want to come back again,
when you’ve been away long
enough to forget how
it used to feel like