A Home For Poetry
at the eternal bar
I arrive at the bar alone and
leave alone.
this is the eternal bar
all those bars: dive bars, tittie bars, sports bars, dark,
bright,smoking bars and non smoking bars
between manual work, studying and home life
there’s eternal anxiety and thoughts shoot thru
my breezy head
the right amount of beer can calm the thoughts down
and prolong tomorrow. A place I don’t wanna be
I’m at the eternal bar, drinking a macho mug
and unsure of what tomorrow may bring.
negative on negative
people against people
anxiety and violence
violence doesn’t have to be
action
it can just be a feeling of
constant loathing
the people around you or frustrated with
eight-hour days and twelve hours days
not knowing what the next moment may bring
and the going crazy over it
as i am crazy
rush rush,
yell and yell
remember to clean your house
and your car,
go to the grocery store
I hope Elon Musk is right
and the robots take over
Some thing blows in the wind
Imagine yourself away from everyone and everything
just yourself, a little house somewhere, with nothing
but trees and wind
and things blow in the wind, all the things
that can not be perceived by the senses
what is wind?
what can not been seen?
do you believe in spirit?
things that can not be explained
with reason by religion or science?
those mysterious cold things
i remember reading something by DH Lawrence and him saying
something about these spirits or souls in search of a body
somebody to attach itself to
perhaps he was right and perhaps he was wrong
it is interesting to think there are things in the wind in
search of body,
and if that is true
what in the hell are they?
