Outlaw

 I was a plumber, hence, I was an outlaw.

There was a freedom to be dirty, smelly,

that those that worked in offices didn’t have.

And, blissfuly, we were ignored and shunned.

An acquired taste, to be that way, but it was

simply a useful role, protective camouflage.

Moving among the animals, on the edge of

the herd……sharper because of perspective…

a few friends, Johnsons, also outlaws…at

least, in their minds. We see some others in

their herd blob mentality, trapped in viscosity.

It really is nothing personal. 

As a Buddhist, I wish everyone the best.

There has never been as pivotal a moment

as right now in the history of man.

We are reaching the conclusion of this 

algorithm, the beginning of the next.

That’s why time seems to be moving faster,

that’s why everyone’s getting all worked up,

that’s why some public figures seem to be

losing their minds,

that’s why things look this way,

that’s why I moved to Mexico:

because, once, I heard Jimi Hendrix