Tie-Dyed Mind

Tie-Dyed Mind
by dan ankers
For Stephanie Castor

In sweltering heat, awaits the bus
With cheery mind, awaits it thus
Life has a purpose, though for what, I do know not
I just know that it's fucking hot

With strollers push down Market Street
Or any others, despite this heat
Two angels carrying me, over the hump
I swear on coffee, and green stuff
I sometimes swear upon the bottle too
But always, there are my angels to carry me through

My thinking's light-years, born to early
My tie-dyed mind, perceives this blurry
World of ours in living color
The spectrum of which, is beyond your palate

I swear I was born a few years too many behind
And now I'm stuck with neighbors, blind
And all around me people squabble
I wish I could move past the rabble
Like the Trash Heap, made from rubble
They have spoken, and they babble

I see the future, instinctively
But always right in front of me
Are users and a mother who
Drinks herself, to liquor stew

The future is what I behold
I know that before I get too old
I will create my future too
Instead of competing with fools like you
Or waiting for this future to come
And when I make it I will run
Not walk or sit or wait for it
I will reach out and grab that shit