There is no more room in this world
Trees here, trees there,
And all throughout roads to everywhere.
No more forests, no more fen,
No more wilderness and when
I try to lose myself, to get
Away from all these people in their Met-
Ropolitan areas and suburbia
All I find is an endless sea of
Houses, towers and telephone poles.
People feeding the government with taxes and tolls.
There is no more room in this world.
dumpster diver
have you ever tried
to go into a building
and
been told your kind
aren't welcome
and
then a sleaze ball with
a tie on
and
a hair cut walks
right by
no
questions asked
why
are you less worthy for
respecting your hair
and
dressing comfortably
who is better
the man who hordes his
money to pay
for fancy clothes and
fancy haircuts
or
the man who gives
his money to those in need
and finds his clothes in the dumpster.
My Reality
I have never been there.
Not that I should know where
there is, or where
I have been. Have you been
to the places I have been.
You cannot know for
I have never told you
of the places I have been.
Many far ones and some near.
There are many of my
places I have been
that you will never be and have never been.
These places do not exist
in your reality.
They are mine.
Army Man
Are you with the army.
You act like you are with the army.
Confident.
Well composed.
But you are not just with the army.
You are with people.
How far is the nearest bus station?
How far is the nearest bus station?
It must be far.
Not in terms of space,
If that is the term, but
In time.
The time is very long.
It reaches to New York,
And all points North
Or to Miami,
And all points Florida.
It is far in trouble also.
There is no helping the trouble.
It is bound to happen.
'This bus will terminate in Baltimore,
Those bound for D.C. must get off.'
How far is the nearest train station?
Thoughts I've had, poems I've written and anything else I think might be interesting.
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