Staying Sane

All forms of casualty had been deposited in the leftover store.

Many kinds of grave mistakes…placed in a rusty meat grinder and set aside for fast food.

My self-indulgence, to my surprise, had not been so easy to feed.

I began to lay my body in state…state of conflict.100_1244

I went to the doctor to shred all copies of my aches and ailments.

He had been in awe of the toxic difficulties…and, staying sane.


A phantom Pisces in the neon night.

Only to bear witness to a misappropriated Xmas lights.

The question begs…

Do any of us know our sign?


if we did,  would we give it a moment’s time?


rent it space in our feeble minds?