A rebel without a clue.

On the road home I pop in to step around Delayed accord Peace between dreams Muddy tread! Some buckthorn soured device. Another bearded Fool Plays random LP. He's not interested! Because no one listens In. And, out of his time, Two suggest something like Caring? But they've borrowed looks Bothered before being And fingered a wilting crust Mouth bound. No track skipping Beats. Gone where the road grows Narrow. There is no force at work Girls pneumatic chased Towards implicit doom. Yawn, My own deviation dragged Me forthright and carried me, Chin first, where My life screams: No!

Feeling the end is near The rest I had today sunk me Towards the true light Where none of this pain strikes Little more waiting And less pain forming There is a Spanish enclave Never once spoken of Up upon a mountain, I sigh to tread, Another path Where you is lost And I am found. To find the me Hidden in the dust Scratched below the dirt Blown under those silicates Between beetle battling grains And the warp of wavering life, Overwhelming dessicate, But shining through! It gleams And suggests fault free Inspiration. Justice stands Apart these Untrue visions Disgracing me And all I see is myopic Triste; begone! In uncharted ways Be brave and step forward Youth in spirit Blithe and totally Corporal; alive!