A Plain Utopia Of Lame

I’m a writer,

Not a fighter—

Always leave home with a lighter.

Grab that belt,

Now pull it tighter.

Only life I’m living’s right here.

Use your eyes,

& see what’s near.

You better try the local beer.

You better look both ways & steer.

You better listen, not just hear.

’Cause what you learn is what your are.

The ancients looked up at the stars.

Musicians play the same four bars.

The writers daydream about Mars.

Without the mind,

We’re all the same—

Without ourselves we’d go insane.

We’d build a world full of disdain—

A plain utopia of lame.