We voluntarily rush towards oblivion
Every night at bedtime.
We close our eyes and hope
To shoot ourselves, hurtle ourselves
...
When I consider where I came from
As a soul,
..Soul....
I never feel it's something
...
I am used to finding that edge
That slice
That escape angle
Where circumstances around me
...
Hey, Hey, brother Dylan, I wrote you a poem,
Been thinkin', 'bout your choices,
Elder brother,
...
If I were being robbed
And Robin Hood appeared
Bow drawn, and
Ran the creep away,
...
The Code is calling to my attention again,
The code of Life, that is -
I am struggling to decode.
...
In my dream, my father saw me off
On my oceanic voyage to the other side
Of the world.
...
I didn't know there was a red tulip
Planted among the Lunaria's purple?
A volunteer?
No, bulbs don't 'volunteer'.
...
Don't argue.
Change the energy.
To a chilled person on a March errand,
...
When I was a young man, there were
Trees, and wanderlust, and the roof-line.
It led me away, and I went gratefully
And thus, my life has been acted upon
...