THE CUSTOM COMMON MARKETABLE PLACE

repost with edit.

 

the page before me,

essential in the hour of triumph,

in that of fierceness

in the share of native energy

throughout the contests,

in that of bloodthirstiness –

get like meditational

in the investment inks

in the auto-biographical

bringing the links

in the realm of the quiet,

as a modest writer

walkin’ in homely lanes

in the winds of atmosphere,

with a little harvest ripe

from the blowpipe

as a literary man

in the settlement

of a mix in the marketplace

from a little arms race

amongst civilized society

with a little firepower,

just to feel like

i can belong somewhere

to open doors

leaving my brand

in a seamstress move.

DON’T WASTE A MOMENT

in a trying to break it easy,

in a lay it down

in this town,

catching a sound

to kick up a song

in a come along,

days on end,

in a be happening,

hit the road

in a freaking bus,

making a fuss

with jamming strings,

taking it slow,

taking it fast

heading to a beach,

in a no need to preach,

from following in love

under the fingers of,

in symptomatic tones,

get like in the zone,

cross my tee’s,

while sipping tea

feeling a buzz in the free,

in a don’t waste a moment.