Survival

Drinking got me through most of my life.

I was too sensitive for this world, like that

character in “The Big Chill” you never see,

ecstasy of mind, like Kerouac and Rimbaud,

to shake off American Materialism and 

corrupted government, the environment, let’s 

say, slip sliding through the cracks as a

Buddhist/poet/plumber learning what I needed,

intuitive journey of the senses and clarity, not

ever trusting the buzz of words, propaganda,

platforms, slogans, adverts, nonsense all of it,

until today.

Seems to have worked out ok.