Monk

Oh, jeez, no entries in April. Someone has been mighty busy -- or just frustrated about his blog (readership). Well, I wanted to put this one out there, even if it's a shout out in outer space, because, I LOVE this (old) poem.




I am a monk
I effort to stay celibate.
I am a Samaritan
I do good deeds.
I go get drunk
because I feel lucky tonight.

I do not know myself

I hang out with my friends
because I want to know warmth and happiness

I say goodbye to my friends
because they don’t live up to my
impeccable moral standards

Truly, I don’t know myself

I scratch my head,
puzzle at the wonder
of who it is I am

I beat the ground
I break the timepiece
I cackle into the night,
“I am mad. I am free.”
But I am neither.