All around Is quiet. Close, quiet dark. Thick and soft Nothing but this space. Meanwhile in the world Everyone is staring. No
I’ve indulged in hippie dreams, Swirling like smoke in cedar groves. Those backroad corners of my mind. The dreams my up
I have been defiant. Stripped bare to the bone. Where I became no one, No one but myself.
Sometimes existence is overwhelming. It helps to find particular coping mechanisms. You can’t depend on the biochemical
Like a child stripped of all knowing told Run away into the dark Where losing yourself You will find You are a billion stars C
Oh what a pity Sitting here sucking on the gov’ment titty. That’s what they tell ya… You middle class sitt
Here I find myself Cast into this dimension or is it dementia? I digress, Here I was….I am here Like it or NOT? In a swi
Buzzard ladies, I salute you. You are the topic of the hour, The fodder of gossips, And the inspiration for a thousand questio