The poet is lost, he wanders
All over town, even going
Out to the countryside. He
Is sure he has left something
Somewhere but forgot
Where. What the poet is
Looking for is the perfect
Word to finish his poem.
Tag: muse
Far Out
It occurs to me it
Is the ability to be
Still, to be totally
Aware of any given
Moment, this is
Poetry–far out.
Hair
People fuss about my hair.
They say it’s to long, get a
Haircut. But I say I am a
Poet and I want too grow
My hair long. It’s part of
The image. The last thing
I want to look like is a
Fricking businessman.
Declaration
If I could make someone
Else feel seen, feel safe
For a brief moment, feel
A little less alone, I would
Have accomplished my
Goal as a poet.
Wordman of Alcatraz 