late at night
my thoughts run like wild beasts
they come and go as they please
without a thought for my well being
the only thing that quiets my wild thoughts
are writing them down like a mad man
beating on my computer keys,
like Kerouac pounding away at his type writer
i am no legend like kerouac,
but i too have insomnia from time to time
expect mine aren’t drug induced
a clear mind, a bit sleepy, but clean
all i need is poetry to get me high on life
Letters To A Young Spiritual Seeker 