In My Study

My money’s in my study and my study’s 

in my mind!

Who let that doggerel in here! Needs a bath!

At least the music doesn’t disappoint, it’s the same.

Friendly explosions outside, telling God: “Look here!”.

Friendly medicine, friendly food, friendly juice,

not too sickeningly friendly. 

Perfect temperature, I’ll say that.

Some magic, must be, else I’d be screwed by now.

Might as well accept my Xanadu, relax while I can

before the inevitable battle.

I like watching all of history on video implanting

images into my DNA for future recapitulation one

day retrieved by A.I. no doubt, mined for the truth.

I was dead in Denver before, twenty years….it was

the graveyard of the Western World, couldn’t write a lick.

I feel free right here, invisible in plain sight, 

20% Burning Man freedom just don’t be a dick.

That’s why I have words at all to say, nothing personal 

either way, it’s the environment, Dude.

I live in the best tree house a kid ever wanted.