Eremus

everyday you wake up with that weirdness inside
as a desperate post-beatnik you wander like an advertized zombie
on a land you know you will never land on
the streets flash and cry under your skinny leather-wearing feet
all the voices of wisdom seem to be extinguished
you think to yourself as you are creeping on the same old wet earth
like an used wondering-why dinosaur
and your empty face you think must seem unnatural to all those empty faces
alone you walk
searching for the lights
and you know tomorrow will be another day when you will
beep
beep
wake up
with that natural thing inside
that strange unfolding light within each thought and word and action and drama
and live again and again and again this so-cruel reality
within this heartful of soul that will never fade
and
well
who the fuck could even try to sell you some plastic-wrapped happiness
yours is natural and delightful and strong
and quite unseenable and unattainable and painful but
what is important is hidden