Rancor’s Spectral Tune

  Propagate, procrastinate, appropriate, me. For I am so... easily misled. To the voices in my head. ⊄ Mine is a town of vast wonder. But the needle and the spoon plunder. The incarceration has begun for some. And, so with the moment of morn's blue sky... It has begun. ⊄ I lack in luster … Continue reading Rancor’s Spectral Tune

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People Are Crazy, Times Are Strange

  As a stranger you slipped into my back pocket. Filling the inset with tokens of good-byes. Twenty-four hour chips turned over to years of near misses and heavy sighs! The gravity to our kinship would never correlate on paper. Before, the gathering, a rainbow's pride had been just another friendship... I had learned to … Continue reading People Are Crazy, Times Are Strange

Walking in Recovery

Flying solo amid the haunted thicket. A travesty of my imperfections bad luck? Getting the misguides...wrong. For even a gimpy, imp, knows. It takes two to belong. ↓ When I attempted to travel the mist with loneliness in my heart. My shortcomings were longer than the sum of all their parts. With gumption...tangled in corruption, … Continue reading Walking in Recovery

James Dean, Chaplin and Marilyn

I sat in the un-named room. Surrounded by James Dean, Marilyn, Charlie Chaplin and... Einstein. As if patience were a muster... To a riffle I carry. I loaded and took careful aim. Then, I sat with my friends and awaited pain. Pain did not disappoint...It arrived on time. Gathered by my bare-feet... Suffering, shape shifted and … Continue reading James Dean, Chaplin and Marilyn