The Future Is Tomorrow by Victor George

I’m an undaunted writer I told
my father when he asked how
I was going to pay my
rent.

I have yet to pay rent and
I don’t give a damn like
Akhenaton I move, puzzle,
gesticulate, weird-like, and
ward off the indecipherable
hieroglyphics of practical
living man.

I see luck in 
disorder and I don’t
presuppose a flying 
over the moon 
philosophy. 

Metaphysics 
dry out my soul and
make me a cynic 
half- impotent
half-erect.