Friday Poems

I'm getting anxious
I don't know why
maybe something
I just wrote
My nerves are
your nerves
My time is
your time
and there ain't
too many hippies.
I think it's the same show
over and over
and over again
I wonder how long
it will go on?
Are the prophets
really that good?
that they're wanted
so bad?
Or is the need so bad,
that it's good
to want them?
Grapes are growin
out of season?
Never, Never, Never!