I know.  That is some shidt, bro....

The mock audacity of big money!

My ears bled red gummy deluge,

Until it pooled.  I think I died.

...& it’s not so bad being dead....

Everything else seems chill after that.

Just walking around in the sunshine,

Layin’ on the side of the quiet road,

Lookin’ up at the sun; ...head against

The blackwall of a Mich185/70R14,

...or crashin’ into a graffiti-tagged wall

with a friend in the back seat holding...

a toolbox, her Bubble, tight in ‘er arms....

Or teetering on a ledge over the bayside, ...

Nothing matters much...although everything

Inspires so much more;  & perhaps I’m...

Looking for the doorway back into...

Alive...& she’s waiting there @

Home with a strawberry.  A...

Forbidden fruit is the key

To my second death &

Another door back in-

to the Notion of the

Living;  all the

Earsplitting

Screams,

To be...

Listened 2....

...Fearlessly....