riding a new wave today after some cuts of a scalpel across
my lip and chin, now the adventure moves on.

with a head banger crash, as my cranium came first
as the rear glass met my face at an extremely ugly pace.

now left scarred and broken and some of the mouth,
had to step back and evaluate that life.

I healed very nicely with a bit of glass floating about
and scar tissue in lip.

which brings us to the addiction, I treat with the pain,
which may posses me.

It can be a cloud to float on or a deep dark hole
when you look up it is black, the place as I write is
my favorite place, wallowing on the edge of space.

between darkness and light, trying not to get cut,
as I slide along the edge of the blade.