Philosopher Bum

Look within
within is a Philosopher Bum
dirty and gross
making the most of the worst
an unswerving immaturity
preserving a kind of purity
in that
grimy brown bag,
and dragging around
the sordid and assorted details
of all that's derailed-
favorite tokens
of what all's broken

Look again
again there is a Philosopher Bum
lounging in butts and gum
in the median of life's pavement
counting all among his slaves and
making sounds
at those rushing around
"getting things done"
enduring the holocaust
of the day-after-day
screwing up their faces
to look like they care
though they really don't feel like it-
no one is spared

Once again, under my skin
under my skin is that same old Bum
all rotted through
incurable too
giving in to the whims
that dim beyond the day
now this-a-way, now that-a-way
on the whole
slowly and unsteadily
going nowhere
loving to hate
every minute of it

Here I Will

Here I will write
whatever might                       k
come to mind    t o                 c
unrefined      u   f  o            a
      like an o      c n      oc   p
                        tr l r  k t
                          o      e
flailing a corpse around.
 
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Here I will scribble            case   l
whatever drivel              air        l
keeps me aloft           a st           
while drifting off   bing                i
            like clim                     
                                          n
                           
                                          g 
through space.
 
 
Here I will hunt and peck
whatever the heck
puts me in a fit       p    $  a   $  on  
to see what I get    r    l     f    m   
               like g  $   i g     r     y
                        pl       t   $  e 
                      a     n  $  e       $
in a crowded air booth.
 
                                   #
Here I will splatter     t   !           n  
whatever matter        #   i    &    t  i    g
comes to the surface         h      i t   &
without any purpose      @    s   h 
                  like           +         @
                        !      t    f a       
                          %  h           a    !
                         e e     #     a  %
                            e          n    
                                     !
Yes, I will go ahead
with the aforesaid... 
Still, I
wish you could see me 
in another time, another age
long ago, or yet to come 
when I beat the war drums 
and I knew what I was doing.