enjoying being kind of insane on here these last few days. total cabin fever all up in this place. need to express myself via whatever it is i’m doing right now. from macabre poem to booty dancing – who’s to say what’s right or wrong.
disastress
sublime absurdism
disastress 
clocked
clock wired spring to mind
for whom the spring bird sings
each midnight noon and hours
in between the door and wall
the fall and spring heights
each autumn summer winter
noon and spring I leak the words
a mindless shell a walker tall
in the shadowed woods of hallowed
halls sanctified with hollowed breath
I rest in silence this loud un-ignored
the muse
right or wrong the song.
aloha