late in the evening fast while I'm sleeping
into my psyche my subconscious starts poking
and peeping
what it does while diligently on the prowl
I'm not so very sure
perhaps new and unexpected thoughts
it locates to develop into a poetic form
so positively pure
I happily chain myself to this unexplainable need
just recently acquired
I write to fill a void and to conquer a part of me
I've long since admired
I feel the world would be a much better place
if more poets stepped forward and got involved
Important questions would not only get asked
but answered and problems would not only be whined
about but in the end just as suddenly resolved
crime would not be allowed to prevail
and the good guy would never have to give his life
for a good cause only to then have it fail
sometimes these words come so easy to me that it
almost doesn't feel right
what practically tracks me down wherever I go from
another it hides itself in plain sight
and that person loses a valued piece of dignity
he feels worthless and maybe a little inferior
to me
not me personally but society on the whole
he may never lose sight of his presumed role
I say always stay true to yourself and keep a hold
on your head
because I sincerely believe that for every good guy
out there on the street at least four bad guys will
wind up dead
maybe this is not my peddle to push
but everyone needs a little help
every now and again concerning watching his tush....
(written Jan 27,1992 am)