He didn't try to
write poetry
(Just laid in bed all
night, at 10 years old
making sure he could
rhyme every word he knew)
Started filling empty books with
verse,
pouring over the Thesaurus his
mother had bought him
Grew to be a man who walked
the earth on his own path
Took an uncharted course through
wilderness
Motorcycles
Goddesses
Asia
Europe
West coast
East coast
Radical Masters
Underground meditation encounters
The way of being of a
poet
is his
poetry
Sunday, January 4, 2015
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