I'll Never Have Long Hair, Nor Be A Rock Star Poem by Chuy Amante

Yeah, but that is fine.
My perfect life is mine
I'm free
2b
Me
I sleep on floors, hammocks, vw buses, futons,
under stars, by streams, whenever I want

You stayed put,
you were scared.
scared or scarred
by foot or carred
to your palace
of non-malice
tied by chains
of fear and debt
and societies ills
wine and pills
spikes,
thrills
I walked
bare foot
into the forest
of reality,
ate leaves
and bugs
washed my soul
with pure
living, water,
no money,
wandered
never lost
wander lust
infected my
pure soul
purely on soles
tasted Europe
Viajaba Sud America
tomaba la pura vida,
never saw a Cheeta,
plenty of wife beetas
drunk on societies ills,
not me
i love
i love all
i love me, you are me
we are free, as god
intended, seeing
perfection
an inner reflection
of divinity
the Kingdom
is not built with hands
and found between
words
within