a bale of hay is still in the field
no wind or forces, yet it refuses to yield
right of way , right of passage
verification of existance required
no electricity , yet , we are wired
from afar, to inform, or warn
of future concerns
but unlike the wheat, WE never learn
to be still
seek the will
of the maker
not the faker
we choose greed
ignore the need
let the savior bleed
then we balk, instead of talk, not yet dead
scratch our head, as if....
what we learned today already forgotten and fading
in our self inflicted scum ponds we sit waiting
and wanting
nothing specific or prolific
just wanting!!!
damn it!
I want more , and different things than I posess
I want that tight black dress!
on my wife, to display her beauty,
it's my frigging duty...
I want eveything, in every color, and every size
yes I am older, and yes!! I am wise.

03/28/2006