I’ve reached the end of my rope — it’s Saturday. God won’t show that kind of mercy, we’ve got to do it all ourselves these days. It’s 3:31 and easier said than done. Lucy’s have gone up a dime which is outrageous yet we all pay it.


Never mind me ‘cause I’ve been dead Out of my body, been out of my head Never mind the songs they hum Don’t want to sing along with nothin’ that I said Let him bring you happiness, happiness It’s hard to come by, I confess I’m better at this than happiness, If you find it, […]

Homeward, Angel

If you can find the way home,  That is  It is my observation that the sanctioned novelists, the next best greats, seem to prefer the personal account of angst, a rendering of ego. But what’s there really left to say? He can’t stop being those selfish things  She’s adrift  Close to  The abyss  Of drowning […]


the thought would be  The uniqueness of you  Not the nearness  Because that’s the evolutionary  Plot twist  The expanse  Divides   trust issues  Refined  So what would result  They would find  Beautiful  And joy would  At last be found  —-rewound