Human condition dictates isolation the worst predicament. I am then the saving grace, the prescription, and the diagnosis; the proof of tragedy.   What they cannot experience, I can test, taste and report to them. Not a substitute, I am vicarious personified to their advantage….

I don’t know why I just need this song today Something in the melody The bass line and how it moves Rhythm tapping out in perfect pulse Words that speak to so many Is so badly needed today It has to be heard Again and…

Camera passes that sheer neglect, We see and desire what sagas reflect. Discarded and scattered, one too many. Separate indivisible integral to any. Beginning to blend, no longer care, Fragile frame laden heartbreak to bare. Existing out here cold cut limb, Turned onto itself, life…

Walking into the room I see your tall stature ahead of me. It can’t be you; we went our separate ways. My heart starts to race, but I do not want to show that I am reacting. As to turn around and glance down to…

There’s Still Time Though I hear my internal ticker tocking off the years, I remind myself that it’s not too late to learn something new, try something different, go places, even just to take a closer look at what I’m doing, what I need and…

Sleep has come Sleep sleep sleep Oh sleep why won’t you leave me alone Oh sleep I need to press along Just in the nick of time I am a bout to loss my dime Many strange and wonderful things Makes a time of love…

There’s no place like home of that much I’m certain I’m not trying to make sense of who’s behind the curtain. I’m not looking for courage, or a brain or a heart. I’ve got all that I need and I’m ready to start. So down…

Interview with a Legend My feet aren’t really that big I mean, I’m a big guy, sure, But my feet are in proportion to my size If you wanna talk big feet, you should see Nessy Just sayin’ And I’m not “shy” or “elusive” I’m…

“We’re going to Kentucky…We’re going to the fair…to see the Señorita with the flower in her–” Nursery rhymes nursery rhymes use to be the story of the lives of folkloric strangers that we never knew but that didn’t stop them from coming after you. “The…

Marla, arches her back, stretching her long limbs, drapping her body over me, she sings softly in my ear, her whiskers tickle my chin , as she graces me with her devine attention.