i live in a run down house at the edge of town
with my pet wolf and my hip cat
as far from the center as a man could be
smoking wild weeds
and drinking my water from a hole in the ground

now and then, you know, i come to da
to have a good time and to share what i've done
and what you've done… take a look and see…
but half the time they're maintaining themselves
and i lose interest and wonder off.

you might notice that i don't post much
it wouldn't bother me that i'm not popular,
if it were a little easier to maneuver round here
but it isn't you know, and i don't have the patience
that some folks
standing in line to say awesome
seem to have

here and there i've seen some sights,
and heard some true words blown through a pipe,
but it don't seem to make much of a difference
nor an impression on the kids that run this place…
i guess we ought to thank them
that they're not beating us up

of course,
if they were,
this would be beat poetry…
and those pictures of mine would be beat pics
in a beat space, cyber beatitude to you….