I love that no matter how bad it gets
there is stuff
nobody can take away from me,
like the city library.
If I lose my job, I’ll smile, and go to that place I love—
I’ll develop a new comradery
with the bums of the universe
all the wisdom of the centuries,
will speak to me.
It’s no coincidence, that our greatest writers embraced
what society wouldn’t touch.
We have always been
strange distorted men and women
who hide in the shadows
the moveable feast
that doesn’t know where it’s going
or where it’s been.
I am untouchable—
a spider, spinning his web
because I have to, from some base instinct.
I embrace socialism and hate capitalism (but not very much).
I love any system, I can beat.
I look into my backseat,
at my golf clubs, and three coffee mugs
I wonder, at the clean cars of the world—those empty people, in steel shells.
I laugh at human ignorance.
I laugh at myself.