There is never enough time to write
when the words are bursting out of me.
It might be easy to quit most things: jobs, girlfriends, hobbies
but writing isn’t one of them.
I don’t have time to edit, or criticize
Only time to write down the truth.
And that’s the way it should be.
Insomnia will make you a zombie, but there is one good thing
that comes from not getting enough sleep
None of the problems or terrors in the world matter
other than getting rest.
It’s like the body gets tunnel vision
and it sees beds to lie down in everywhere.
When I worked on the golf course, those sand traps looked so soft
and if I was homeless, I would imagine
that a park bench would be a nice place to get some rest.
Every day you wake up with a full night’s sleep, you can be a different person.
I would sleep in graveyards. There would be nobody to bother me there
and it’s nice to think about death, like a good night’s sleep
that I will never wake-up from.
No drooling at 2 PM, waiting for the clock to say 3.
No inability, to fight the flagging body
that wants to surrender to everything.
I just want to get away from most people, especially when I listen to their conversations
They can leave me out of the loop, and I’m grateful.
Whenever I’m talking to one of them, it’s my goal to get away from them
as soon as possible (and they are offended, but they should change, if they want me to stick around).
Put me on welfare, and I will think brilliant thoughts in the library
like the homeless men
One wears a coat in the heat of summer. I see him jumping up and down on the street corner
with a smile on his face.
How many professionals do that?
If I talk to a woman on a date
we discuss life over coffee
and she reminds me
of all the others.
To think one brilliant thought
and not need anything else
To gamble on what’s free
and become wealthy
Writing is that for me
and I hope my good luck holds out
until I get a good night’s sleep.