I am a hitch-
Hiker mis-
Guided on the mis-
Information Super-
Duper Highway

"NONCONFORMITY"

I cannot conform
It's not just a stance
I'm just not able to
Catholic school tried
To break me
As Mother Superior put it
To my Mom
Humiliation in class
From instructors
Leading to bullying
From my "peers"
Some years later
Medication was tried
But I just had "visions"
That made me react to
Revelations
With "Been there, done that,
Not impressed"
Wanting to attract girls
Didn't work either
Or trying to keep a job
There were more tests
From which I was told
I was lazy
Tho' the tellers were
Less active than I
Therapy lead nowhere
As well
I didn't want to be an
Outsider
I just could not
Conform
As I aged
I befriended other
Misfits
But then married a
Wannabe conformist
She failed to get me
To use that posture, too
And so I remain
Undisposed
Unrepentant
Unseemly
Unessential
But also not uniform

Man in the Moon ('04)

He laid his face upon Her breast,
Forever more there to rest.

untitled limerick

There once was a woman named Rowling
At nonconformity she's constantly scowling
Supporting the patriarchy
Her feminism malarkey
And to many fans her legacy fouling

THE V.I.P. (Village Idiot President) (version 2)

Oh, he's really such a bore,
He makes me want to snore,
What is his drivel for,
This stupid attention whore

untitled

I am like a drunken sailor
On the stormy seas of Fate
A kite without a string
Seeing where the winds take me

unfinished

There was a time
Long, long ago,
When I wanted to go
Into that sublime

Wherever is that place
Whether the inner
Or outer space
For saint or sinner

Deep into the wood
As far as I could
No one to see
What I did me