Your life was written before you lived it. No escape from toil, they knew no better. Like it was not their fault. But it was. Too young to know your mother's face before she was wrenched away with your unborn sister. But there it was. No father to care for you, except with money. Just … Continue reading Mother In Fourteen Lines

There are times I feel mired in mediocrity. I don't know why I can't see all the prospects that cling to me. There are times I feel condemned to my place, in the middle of the human race, lucky and unlucky with my humanity, ashamed that I complain that I have too little, when I … Continue reading Free Will

I feel no need to join with like-minded people. I see no need to be part of the gang, dedicated to group think. We may think alike, on some things. We may cheer for the same team, hate the same evil and corruption and swear allegiance to the same flag. But we are not the … Continue reading Like-minders

Groping my way through this deepening haze, my stifled senses drawn in a daze, as I stumble through forests of bottles and jars led through this maze of auras by stars. Nothing you confess could make me love you less. I will always try to be your hero and your friend.

Sometimes my head is just a tube. A cylinder. Like a giant cigarette rising out of my shirt collar. Eyeless but with tufts of hair sprouting from my flat top, like dandelion weeds about to burst. Weeds, so impotent that they will never amount to anything, other than tufts, pretending to be something they will … Continue reading Tube Head