amen

“if i had to do it over again
there wouldn’t be a thing i’d mend”
more foolish words were never spoken
so this instead would be my token:
“i’d change my clothes i’d change my mind
i’d change my shape i’d change my kind
i’d sell my thoughts for a dollar of silence
and buy some peace with a bucket of violence
i’d steal from my head and give to my heart
and make my life a work of art
i’d peel off layers of fool persona
stand naked in the one nirvana
instead of trying to change the world
i’d let it spin of its own accord
i’d walk away from my princely mansion
and gladly accept a humbler ration
from the avatar to the steetside bum
i’d see the lord in everyone”
amen

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