Walden, Jan. 10, 2009

Walden, Jan. 10, 2009

Like some sort of Thoreau

ignorance, I am here-- I hear,

in my cabin in the woulds

and shoulds, doing nothing worth the

price of my real estate, with mortgage

I can

not even pay--I hear on my tele

vision, those chosen

people and their fugitives die aspora-

aspirations of promise now woven into

what's Read

of our Bibles, the White of unflown

flags, the gun-Blue of anthems launched

above poverty's head, and of dying babies.

Silly me, I went into the woulds

because I wished to live de-liberate-

ly.