These Days
I think its time
to go to the woods again,
away from clash and roar
of politics and war.
Perhaps I could even suffer ticks,
mosquitoes, and black flies,
sit around a campfire,
naked,
forget about obituaries
and my Roth IRA,
drink Pabst Blue Ribbon
and toke weed,
wasted
on what it’s like
to be fearless, careless,
young again,
before the uniforms arrive.
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Read a review of Dick’s new poetry collection Once In A Lifetime.
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