So i am posting away from the category of "poetry" tonight.
I don't know what the fuck to call it all...
these things,
that fall out of,
into my head...
find thier way onto to paper,
or a screen...
make a life for themselves,
it sometimes seems...

These words have to be dealt with...
sought out,
hunted down,
hungered for,
and run astray...
so we can continue on as a people...
or a race.

i have noticed a breakdown,
in the social gatherings...
a wake up,
to attract evrything that has been staggering...
wandering...
right here in front of our eyes...
something we see and look past every morning,
and aspire to every night.

something we think we know,
think we feel is true...

something that will disappear,
if you don't wake the fuck up,
and fight for it...
through and through...

fight for it

or it won't matter what the fuck you "want" to do.

the mighty mighty mini might me,
seems to think,
sometimes...
seems to drink,
sometimes...
seems to be very resourceful,
in common situations...
on common ground.

the mighty mighty mini might me,
might never be,
but at least there is the thought...
or something...