What do I got, I HAVE...huh? and this is where Im at now in the middle of a pawn shop selling the gold from some dead relatives past life- SCREAMING inside my head, POUNDING away at my insides and my muscles ache from a hard days baked goods-  She winces just a little and enough that I notice her jealousy of my wit and declaration of her character flaws- WHO ARE YOU? she calls out but I don't listen and the pathways I once knew now are drowned out by the fear that another soul close to me withers away-moves on- blocks me out-so far gone

I sleep in this bed and run all the places in my mind- it feels like a circus performance in here-

Gravel roads and white fences with adventures of knights and brooks and tiny dew drops on popcorn popsicles made by the gnomes of pickadilly pines-

Crop circles do exist but I've never seen one...

Caterpillars would be nice right now but I envision the green ooze secreting from the trampled lifeless form-

In retrospect it can or cannot  be what it is not?- to look back in thought; refer back-

Are we all gamblers waiting and watching then perceiving the next place we build out of sticks and bricks?

I go back to my slumber-  Pickadilly Pines

Just a few moments away-
In just a few moments I will embark on a journey to start over- In just a few short moments I will leave behind a residue of times forever caught- In just a few moments I will seek her lips on mine as a weather vane meets the rain...and the  gulls fly overhead bringing that familiar sea salt presence-
Just a few moments away-

I saw it in a mirror ball

Where did you get that face? And how can I erase it from my data bank- Pious, shallow and naive- all put together to make a bouncy ball that I pick at & chew when I'm in a self-medicated daze.
I saw it all in a mirror ball

Crammed up in this space- legs getting stiff, unused- I am a shell of a pathetic liar, a man who’s groomed himself to be accepted, to be left alone- The wave length of my concentration has reverted into this so called malnutrition soul of ADHD, stereotypical in regards to daily     diagnosis by many- says a head nurse.

I type here and glance at the television and see mouth movements and hand gestures- the volume is on MUTE...and I see playing kittens.

I saw it all in a mirror ball

quite possibly, ok?  so much angst right here, I run, I speculate, and spit on the ground, -because mother nature is around me and sees me in frequencies yet corresponds with my nobody but me tendencies.

There are many ways to change the course of American history without really doing anything and since violence and discrimination are all used up. I have a new one. Wait and see... It involves LOVE

I  send out my love to all of you anywhere and everywhere- somewhere in the dark and in the daylight we can meet again.

Saw you once in the distance sitting on a swing your body making movements that I liked.

Your skirt bustling and your lips parted just right.

Bright red satiny crisp apples falling from the trees and cotton spiders shimmering through the air being splintered by the sunlight.

This is my home and I'm coming back to you