Early Riser

I want to be optimistic

lying in bed awake too early 

it doesn’t look good for me 

or the world right now as when

it was the fifties and I was young

and we all looked into the future

with gleaming smiles.

And what I write about always

feels like the same reality only

clearer now because some veils

have been lifted but jesus having 

lived in a world my whole life

now seeing how twisted it always

was by materialism by belief 

system by craved craving and the

direction so dark it’s heading no

wonder Rimbaud wrote so beautiful 

crazy just reflecting like a mirror 

the world he was in.

I wrote like that more before just

letting it all hang out trying to find

out how to write I found out it’s 

just like singing or yelling or laughing 

spontaneous expression of nowness

a joy of being human nature 

that I found out like Holden Caulfield

society/institutional power didn’t want

you to experience/express/be because

it wasn’t easy to control…..control yes

like cattle that’s exactly right…sorry if

I got too serious but it just shows that

I’m not being controlled never was nor

shall be and if I die that’s ok. F’em all.