Wake Up!

Before it’s too late!

Before the fat lady sings!

What are you waiting for?

I’m giving you permission!

Strike while there’s still an iron!

(that’s the irony)

I’m tired of writing poems!

I want to shout like a mad man!

I’m manning up!

You could have listened to the Buddha, the Beatles,

Nietzsche, Whitehead, Stevens….the world has been

telling you constantly what’s going on, but you

haven’t listened!

Now the world is starting to scream like a madman!

Fuck your ego!

Whatever you think of yourself, good or bad, is ego,

so, fuck that. It’s not even what’s really happening, 

so why waste your time with it, except you can’t 

help it because, love or hate yourself, you’re strung

along like a little doggie. Die trying to make the

world your oyster.

I saw one talking to herself today walking down

the street, middle aged, well dressed, couldn’t tell

if she was on her cell phone until I looked, but she

wasn’t, just a steady stream of words, high as a kite

on something or other….herself maybe.

Human existence is fluid more than solid or gas, 

though there are many full of hot air, many seemingly

solid as rock, but they still move.