Anarchy is a time honored tradition

past down threw unraveled

loose leaf notebook paper

it starts as an idea

and ends in a movement

the action that changes

everything

freedom of thought

the power of choice

and the ability of one man

The Dali Lama is trading

in his robes for blue jeans

as the economy in America

commits suicide

we will be in need

of spiritual healing

we welcome exiles

and criminals

to our crooked rain dance

we build walls

and then complain about the prison

or with what we are given

so we begin to think

about what we could take

their are those who are living

in the best interest

of others

and they are still

coming up empty

there is a void

digging deep

though all of us

and we are all

individualistically the same

creationist are evolving

and we are all going

through revolving doors

and the floor

is where I have been

known to find myself

I learned to stay dizzy

blurring scenery

in slow scaling seconds