NANOAH,
BUT
ONLY
I WOULD CRUMBLE THIS HERE ONE, FOR
ONLY
NOT
ARTIFICIAL PURPOSES, WHERE TO DRAW THE LINE
IN THE ARTIFICIAL ARTISTIC SOCIETY.
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, I AM SOMEWHAT LOST IN SUBURBIA.
CITY PEOPLE IGNORE ME, NEIGHBORHOOD PEOPLE HATE ME (AND EACH OTHER, SOMETIMES),
LIFE IS NOT SLOW, BUT DULL (THERE‘S A FINE LINE)
I AM GETTING OLD AND EVEN BORED, IN THE WRONG WAY,
BORED BY MYSELF, MY WRITING, THE THINGS WE ALL DO,
NEVERENDING HOUSEKEEPING, THE HOUSE THAT IS KEEPING ME,
KEEPING ME FROM WHAT, ACTUALLY?
THE BOOKS, AS TO BE EXPECTED, HAVE BEEN LARGELY IGNORED,
THE NEW AGE HIPPIE WAVE THAT I WAS TRYING (SUCCESSFULLY) TO LOOK OUT FOR,
IT HAS COME, BUT INSTEAD OF RIDING IT, I WAS CRUSHED,
MY ONCE FOREFRONT IDEAS HAVE BEEN PASSED & ESTABLISHED,
WHICH SOUNDS LIKE A KIND OF AFFIRMATION AND ACTUALLY IS,
AT SOME PRECIOUS LITTLE MOMENTS.
SO YES, IT HAS DEALT ME A GOOD KICK IN THE GUTS,
BEING SO UTTERLY NOT SUCCESSFUL, POPULAR, THRIVING,
IN A FLOW, OR SIMPLY ALIVE.
CALL IT THE ARTIFICIAL STRUGGLE.
HIGH EXPECTATIONS ( I WILL KEEP & NURSE THEM) WILL UNERRINGLY TAKE YOU WAY BENEATH SEA LEVEL, EVEN MORE SO WHEN YOU STARTED THEM AT MILE HIGH, BOULDER,
COLORADO, RELAX, YOU ARE WELCOME.
NOAH, IT IS A SIMPLE AND EFFORTLESS STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS TOWARDS YOU,
FRIENDS ARE NOT LOST OR FORGOTTEN, THERE ARE NEW FRIENDS DOWN THE ROAD, BE PATIENT, PRACTICE PATIENCE, THE OLDEST AND BY FAR MOST MODERN OF VIRTUES,
IT WILL PROVIDE YOU WITH EVERY LITTLE THING IN THE THE FUTURE (YOU SEE)
THIS IS CERTAINLY NOT THE LETTER THAT I HAD IN MIND WRITING,
BUT THINKING OF YOU READING IT IS GETTING ME HIGH, IN A BOULDER KIND OF WAY,
KEEP IT WEIRD, KEEP IT TO YOURSELF.
WRITING, THE GOOD KIND, IS LIMITED IN LIFE, SO DON‘T SPOIL IT, USE IT WISELY,
IN TRANSCONTINENTAL EXPRESSION,
RETARDED FASTER THAN LIGHT,
OR THOUGHT, OR DREAMING.
POWER TO THE PEN!
(I LIKE IT)