Light Night

Suddenly it is evening

Driving around aimlessly

Trying to get used to

Living in the eternal

Twilight zone called

White night

The Poets Lamentation

Poetry is always a lost cause

No money no readers and

Very little encouragement

We poets are like the Albatros

Free in the Wind but lost

Onboard the ship that is

The rest of humanity

So, yes Baudelaire is right

We poets are not that good

In taking a fight

But here we are

This our time

On earth

Prison of Reason

Here I am as a prisoner of

My own incompetence

Unable to think clearly enough

Steered by semiconscious desires

Trapped in the over rational

Society of our time

Trying to get some wiggle room

Find a door

Venture into the reason

Beyond reason

This Is My Future

Starting to feel again

Spring tickles deep roots

So early this year

In another world

Many years into the future

2019, no moonlanding

More communication, connection

Future could be worse,

Like a huge nuclear war

Good coffee in the future too