There has always been an evil
A thing to be blanketed
Unseen, yet taking form
There has always been faces to wear an evil
Hands on hip
Wooden spoon in her purse
There have always been dreams with an evil
Familiar to one's self
Prodding through pieces
Of an evil which will stand
In honor of the evils past
His belt has been blessed with
An evil.

Chowchilla Desert Rocks.
White Rocks. Drive-in
movie. Bette worked the
booth, where once you
paid, you got a ticket
that she would tear
off a huge roll.
A red role of tickets and each
ticket was a ride to
funky town. Five movie
screens, bigger than the
moon, loom over us
in that tiny booth, handing
out tickets.
You didn't need the sound
at all. Five different
movies, all going at once,
and I'm at the very center
of this splendid operation
I never want to leave.
But Bette makes me walk
to her trailer. Pure
darkness, white rocks, and
I am lost.

Sometimes I am crazy,
sometimes I am funny.
Sometimes I talk silly,
sometimes I’m a silly goose.

My mood swings
like different hues of blue.

I am all that—
and a little bit more.

Like it or not,
this is what I am.

I was grown inside the Pyramid I lived many lives then they woke me and buried the evidence I been said the Pyramid is a birth chamber for me a God released on earth.. keep lying to yourself I been known.. you just now finding out I don't lie I'm not from here I created this place...

Happiness is a guest,

comes and goes at will.
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Sadness is a friend,

always stays by me.