Open your eyes if you can.
There is no call loud enough, forceful enough
to wake some people afraid of being “woked,”
or cancelled for past outrages, or living a linear life.
That’s just to goddamn boring but TV! now,
TV! has all of the charm of a porn prince!
You say you never check out the guy, uh huh sure.
It’s not real, you are still
sitting on your ass waiting for better days,
comfortable in your found easy chair.
You know what’s real—you do
because some crazy ass shaman told you so---
and you believed him.
In the dry dusty places where you seek
Peyote, sweat lodges, and vision for your blindness.
What have you found, what do you think?
Is there hope for a fucking guide to reteach you,
the knowledge you brought here with you?
© M DURFEE