A life here after?
Are we blowing smoke rings in a gale...

Un- plugged but totally connected, that is me
Midnight on my clock...

Vision is our predominate sense
Photos movies from the mind...

Bombs they blow stuff apart
Concrete, bricks, cars, and people...

Give me a break!
I am stepping outside of the planet for awhile...

We punt with what we have, no more
What can we do...

Me and my photo album
Pictures are superior, digital will have to do...

I am another kind of drum, beat me.
Floating about the back waters of this mind...

The poet in me has died
I scratch around in the recess of my mind...

Flip flop like a fish out of water
I am dying from the inside out...

Call me names if you will
So dam what...

All my life I have loved this land
But it is a land in an endless rage...