Without science where would we be,
still eating grubs and a stray berry
while seeking shelter in a tree
owning just what we can carry?

But thinking in a rational way
has advanced us with its myriad answers
to the place we are today
a world in which we seem the masters.

Those facts which pointed the direction
what were they they answering for us
Who or what supplied the question
how is it we became us?

Wow moving is hard
So much shit
Do i need it
Houses are vessels that hold
Too
much
Crap

I feel like packing into a bag
Throwing it in my car
And venturing far

A pen a book a pad
My passenger seat
As my writing reading nook

The rain on the roof
To send me to the back seat
For slumber

Why don't we create
Carparks for creatives
Where theres a communal tent
For us to rant and vent

But society dictates these places
Are for the homeless

Anyway, whatever. It’s effortless.
Effortless as taking a subway ride
down to the shylock merchant
Who claims he sells pool lights,
those hushed green ones above
the stick and you, a dreamt coalition
of heat and present tense action.
He threaded the place with lanterns,
each one genie lit so you can see
them burn during the day,
Through the dark windowpanes.
He said Americans don’t have mystery,
or some shit like that, and he gave me
the money from the back where a lounge

I yearn to learn,
so that I can earn,
knowledges so profound,
by the desirous ones found.

The yearning burns like a flame,
somewhat not to acquire fame,
but to be free from obscurity,
and be filled with legerity.

It hones one's ability
to savor rare dexterity .
Gives mastery over ignorance
to enhance one's significance

Profound erudition,
not an over night acquisition,
it comes from a sound learning,
prompted by a deep yearning.