For some reason this poem, which I wrote summer 2011, has been floating around in my head lately. Perhaps it’s the ease of travel referenced? Maybe the SF imagery? Or perhaps the retrospective tone of the last verse, as a calming influence, standing especially poignant during this "unprecedented" time is the reason this poem keeps pulling at me…

Oh, and I just posted up a recent reading of it on YouTube. Click HERE to watch! Thanks for reading, enjoy!

Another Wasted Daydream

Another wasted daydream Forty thousand's pay scheme Take the 'car to the new job Same 'ol boss— a big fat slob I'd rather have you pay me To spray paint my poetry Across the bay Save me, won’t you foggy days Bike on up to the Golden Gate, Catch some rays, escape. Another wasted math class Teacher's great & I will pass Summer session goes by too fast To comprehend this logarithmic crap Wish I got paid to write & smile Stay awhile Till my flight takes me away Bike on up to the Golden Gate, Catch some rays, escape. I never thought I'd be... Thirty Thousand miles from where I— Shoveled snow for free. Look around and try to find some- Thing for me to be A new definition of myself which will help me— To breathe free I'd rather not have to work for another's pay ever again! I think I'll keep on writing. Explaining myself with words helps me &- Keeps me exited. All though as of now it is only an Avocation. I still gotta bus & clear for me to earn my vacation But someday soon, my visions swoon, My daydreams croon My desires take me away Bike on up to the Golden Gate, Catch some rays, escape.