9/5/07 (1:32)
Maybe we have reached
our destination.
No more fussing,
No more fighting.
Maybe the past masters-
Kerouac, Buddha, Ginsberg
fought the battle
and won?
Should we then be content
with our growing wastes and
fattening wallets?
Perhaps it is strife
and struggle which fuels the soul;
not money and fucking and...
Can we melt into the Earth,
like a snow cone in August
(fucking New York heat).
Is our struggle done?
What do you say?