The right hand man thinks he has a plan.

And still you evade.

I beg and plead for restoration in the manner you consider worthy. Not on knees, but on my own two feet, head held high. I have attempted to qualify myself under your strict mandate, and I can see where I fell short. You have tired of the rant…and while your distance is no match for my tenacity, it does leave a fucking lousy taste.

You see, the immediacy of my grand admission will win over your passion for lecture. I will continue to learn, and you will lean. It is as it has always been, and our courage is proof. For that I am forever grateful. Few see it as we do...truth has arrived, but most have missed it.

The residue of our alliance clings effortlessly, wantonly to my skin. Your kindred spirit has never been nearer to my soul. Do you have a pass to roam these halls?

p.s. while I invoke.

Rabbbits in hats and white gloves misssing.

Here, there, and nowhere. I hear you. You think that I do not listen, so off you go. I have 1800 worth of shit in my head and plenty of time to spill.

I can't keep up with you so, I will allow you the lead. Mine is the last resort on the way to silence. I should be omitted. I will decline, but do not forget to offer.

p.s. chances are after all.

Support free speech, have a garage sale.

Shovel it out, cheaply priced and easily discarded. Pulling open box after box, nothing. Procrastination has dealt an awful hand, because now others have handed it off and it is gone. And you can’t remember when or where you saw it last.

It takes a knowing heart to properly decipher absolute meaning from the rubbish. The base, unfortunately, remain drawn into the vastness of the pit. I rather prefer the poignant to the insipid. I am beholden to the benevolent.

p.s. beautiful place amongst the cement and shoulders.

The telling of big tales with small words.

You are beautiful
and better than mischief.
Covered in grit
and grime,
here we encounter
the divine and bleeding.

I am powerful
and closer than you think.
Claimed by spit
and image,
we are together
the prudent and pleading.

A small amount of insight in exchange for your wisdom.

There is a fantastic amount of complacency in and around me. I find more harmony here, in these amenable arms, than anywhere else. Then, when I close my eyes and breathe deep, I feel peace. I can keep the burden of persuasion at arms length.

p.s. completed by convention.

Look both ways before crossing your fingers.

Conjecture all around and not a drop to drink. I can not bargain my way out of this one, my lovelies. Remember, be kind.

There is nothing to be gained through the slaughter. Bring on the lambs; leave the wool, the wolf is going to need it.

p.s. held up in a castle up on that hill.

The journey is in the eye of the beholder.

I can not justify my vacancy. Others have an explicit purpose in maintaining my absence, but I refuse to listen. Breaking free from their arrest, I have found, once again, the courage of my voice. Fuck agendas.

You call me out. Not surprising, as you are all too intelligent to consider blind continuance. Perhaps I shall perceive a familiar face these next few days. Ask and I will listen; I just need to know it is you. As you have surmised, I am not always certain who I will be.

You write of the misadventures of the hearing aid and accessories. I presume in order to provide a premonitory tale. I do concur; but I am not in the league of which you describe, and I do not deserve similar adulation. Your fears flatter, but I do not always feel worthy of their potency. The absence of mine leaves little dust upon that road.

p.s. the key to “Life…” choose every fourth word to find the meaning.

Here's to the literal definition of obvious.

I woke up too late, rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. Tried to piss but, as usual, my morning anatomy wouldn’t allow the release. Fifteen minutes, a cigarette, and a cup of coffee later, and I was free flowing. My shower was too hot and the pressure was too low. Using a white cotton hotel towel I dried myself off. I pulled my pants on one leg at a time, and then pulled my t-shirt over my head. Breakfast consisted of dry toast, a banana, and two more cups of coffee. I spent the rest of my day pulling words out of my ass for fuckers who could really give two shits.

p.s. sign it on the dotted line.

Knee jerk reaction avoided through one hour session.

Binge on whatever keeps you suspended. You know where, that place above all of the fucking bullshit. It is a good place, clean, and without remorse. I desire an ethereal bolster; loosening the threads, I allow myself to be pulled, and propped up. I feel each and every one of your fingers supporting me. You, my precious ones, are my binge.

I understand my metaphors are open to interpretation. Most of you are magnificent in that respect. Your creativity inspires me. Just be careful of what you project on me. Delusion resides on every corner, piles of it. The boundless and beautiful waves of your beguiling tales crash against my head.

p.s. apparently we have been places.

Behold the magic of the master will astound and amaze you.

I was thinking that perhaps I should take some time to adjust my rear view mirror. You are all gaining on me, and I need to clear some space. If you catch me, will you tear me apart, bit by bit?

All I ask is that you please leave something for which the authorities can use to identify me. I don’t give a fuck how they dispose of me when they are done.

Be truthful, do I look pretty held up for the light to shine through?

p.s. taking refuge in the palms and familiar faces of those I love.