Going through this moment
Thinking where I’m at
Or not even caring
Not bothering to consult
The map
Tired at the day end
Fried and nonchalant
Goose berries stuck up my ass
Making me the object of taunts
My mind is veering further and further
From the path
Of evening wisdom and cool lyrics
Bed is calling but I no heed
Coz I’m so deaf I can’t hear it
Wake me up in the morn
When I must ready myself for work
Money needs to be made
Or family, friends and the odd stranger
Will call me a jerk
I’ll sign off now
Before more foes I make
A dead noggin is no pal to poetry
But I can always create a fake
~ Gunnar Våken
The Warrior Awakes: The Poetry of Gunnar Våken 