Beatnik

Sometimes,
I speak
in rhymes
to make people think
rather than mime
the times in which they live.

I'm the beatnik cousin
who's inhabited more than a dozen
places with people
from all generations
outrunning temptations
brought by
the infestation of greed
& those who need
reassurance...
when the only thing that matters
is self-endurance.

A vagabond, a vagrant;
migrant worker changing
as constantly as the seasons
rearranging my tetris life
infusing dreams & reason
to conquer strife.

Black sheep, steer clear
forked tongues
make shiny shears.
try to cut my fleece,
better
learn to sleep
with one eye open,
here's to hopin'
you stall
at ground level
stuck on the first rung:
social chutes & ladders.

c.marie