11/17/02 brooklyn, NY
Poet Vagabond

Whoose loose Ways
With loose Friends
Gets him Deeper
and Deeper into
the layers of Ways of Now
The Bro Can go and Go and go and Go
Might as well be wind Blo
In and Out always
thinking the next stage
is Set for a Storm
Broken hearted Blooze Drips
from Winter Nose
Tingles the Depress'd Days
Loose Mind
Makes up Solid loss
if what is Concrete
The old white shoe
Ashault Grey
and misshappened ways walk
The Blistering Heat
of a Womans Talk
when Dissatisfied
or hurt by her own wank
The Great Grand loss
of Gone and why
The Simple Boin
The losing Turns
Play prancer in the Roe
Create live life
Give off the truth
and Believe the
Me
In you
Poet Vagabond
You Sad Sap of Hope and Trust
The Blanket is misshapen
and Not Warming you
Palettes on the Floor
Do Not always make for
Bad Dreams
The Truth of it all
is Not for Sale or Saken
The Untested Meter
of Pay Me This Pay me That
Cannot be Stood
The How Bout
Compromise
of Love lifting Test
Cannot be for sure
No Means or Measure
Can Gauge
The Poet Vagabonds Path
He is but inchs way
for a turn
a Goal of Ripe Gosuch
His Facade is always Cracking
The Honeymoon Over
The Vibrations are
Returning from space
Which is making
an undoing
Comprehension of Go and When
do not come easy
for the Poet Vagabond
For He Questions Every Intention
or Reason for Living
The things in his face
are Returned Messages
from Long Lost Agos
and how to for
does the ever
occur
When he is keen
to such moments
in the Now
Bring The Great Green Go on
to Loves Light
Sing Praises to the light
and Dance Merry Around
Poet Vagabond you do
The Burberry Turnstile
of Shop the Thistle
Branches
Brandishes
Brinks of Please
Somehow The Poet Vagabond
Got this way
There is no True
Written History or Anthology of it
There is not Real way
to tell it like it was
for him
You have to have been there
But you are Welcomed to try
Close Your EyEs
or Stare Blankly
into your Imagination
and glimpse
to chance
Combine The Known
with your Vision
or Fantasy of
his Nows
Think of the Variables of his days
The Era(s) The Time(s)
Were is it to for fall on Today
Try to See
the wind swept Brick and Black
Streets Painted with
Sunder Winters rain
Look to See the
Bleeding Hearts Disdain
The sontant Scratchy throat
and yearning Pen
The Gapping hole
in Soul for Reason and Reality
Vs.
Purpose and Cause
The Hello Dollys Walking
on and on and on
in the Go on Day after Day
Seeing thru the thicks of things
to their Parallel trends of tipping
these are seen
and they due curse
and Crush the Poet vagabond
at Same time they Provide
the Propeller
for his Work and Walk
his overcoming overwhelming odds
and living Love through Peace and War
in Understand Self in Now
He is No Other
than a Put up taste
of Lifeline observed Truth
Get Straight his
Cause for Concern
think all your Worries
and give them to him
to Add to the pile from
others
for life does not
go Round for just you
It does not follow fully to you
the he the owes
is not treading lighly
or Expecting anything
but the Desired Finger
from the writing hand
"Take Away my vessal
and I shall grow
Stronger Without It"
The will Proclaim to All
"I am Ready for Challenges"
Poet VagabonD
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