Flaming sandals ŵalk across the Los Angeles'
neighborhoods...His footprints sènd smoke and sparks flying, the Santa (satan) Ana winds whip up to hurricane force.

I'm trying to imagine how the rider's of the storm felt when they found out there is no insurance.
The beach boys hang 10 over the flames of tragedy
The wave over wave of sorrow.

Cumulo nimbus clouds of smoke and ash make no lightning much less rain.


The perfect storm



Invisible inc aka
Write of Passage aka
SøułSurvivør

Catherine Jarvis

is in the middle of

LiE
SiN
BiG
DiE

Let me not
be in middle
of self serving
and
self engrandizement


let me be in the middle of

HiM


Catherine

They have "fake" plastered
all over their eyes.


8W
Soul Survivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

malice
knocks on the door
when it crosses your mind

comes in to dine
when you entertain it

but when you act on it

IT LIVES WITH YOU



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/30/2016

And you always have to
FEED IT. HOUSE IT (rent free).
and, most importantly,
CLEAN UP AFTER IT

with each poem i die
with each word
the hands wind down
with each letter
the second hand clicks over
moving inexhorably toward my
demise

each exclam and period
punctuate the fact that i am
indeed
dying

every comma digs my grave


ah! but when i go
i shall die a poet's death
i will write about it
every syllable

and i will not be
a light bulb that just sparks out

I WILL BE AS A STAR GOING NOVA*


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(c) 6/11/2015