Old Jacket

I went to live delibrately,
But Id come too close to find.
That Emerson and Thoreau,
Had a much broader mind, then I.
Whatever tree that stands in the clearing,
That spouts that little dream,
Ill run away with Tuck and Mae,
To dream a little dream.
But dreams did enter,
In the misunderstood,
But I could, would, should,
Have brushed that paint away when appeared.
Whatever heat the blaster screams,
I cant help but dream my little dream.
To be inspired,
I must be so,
And I think that they are ready,
To be dazzled.
Run

rUN

rUn
Catch the pigeons eating at trash,
But run along with new,
You cant stop this storm from coming,
Not even you.
Red shoes, they fly,
Like birds.
But eating the stupidity away,
And going South.
No patience, or care,
Stupid stupid stupid
HAIR.
Light it up, your hair, with a match,
That lights the paper.
Write this paper,
Go with nature,
Poe hath the furry of creation!
Jump the boards and pull the heart,
Lock the gate and drink the water,
Weep over her, them, all of them.
Sit in the chair and confess what youve done,
Haunting you
Haunting YOU,
haUNTing uS.
Scratch at the coffin that holds you in,
And fake narcoplesy.
Cover your face with a paper bag,
And run to the train,
Travel god knows where,
Throw on the old jacket.
Ivy feeling silk,
Jump into the river,
Go into the light,
Go
Run
Leave
Stay
.
..
But never let go of the old jacket