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

White Trash Dream Team

Scattered in the muddle of the attic... Every toy that could go wrong. All the playmates with no shoes... All keepsakes...black and blue. Chaos lusts upon the ramshackle miscues. Mayhem even friendlier... When malice fills the musky air. Between the clapboards dipped in mold. Three flights up... And, madness thickens with tall tales told. ⇔ I … Continue reading White Trash Dream Team