Uee my body as your chalice. More than that, you know there’s nothing. Pour your thirsty heart into my hungry soul. Swim in the warm waters of my mind.
I believe I was meant to live after the deluge. I was an innocent in the time of the great plague, yet I survived where all others fell. I believe I was meant to live before & after the great plague. That is the reason the why you are here also; we were meant to live after the fall; before & after the great deluge.
My eyes hold their place amongst the wreckage of my face. I think, one more cocktail with this blue-eyed slab, paid for twice over, but never to be owned, leased but never mine for evermore, will not change the fact that no mere mortal will ever subdue my demoralized mornings spent between heaven and hell. Here on Fire Island, ghosts lurk screw-faced under star-crossed pines howling without sound.
Verbrenne meine wilde Seele Ich bin Papier, das an all seinen Ecken brennt. Du bist der Rauch, zu dem ich werde. * Translated from English
I’ve been charmed
By the ruby-red eyes
I’ve been hypnotized
By defiant stars
Pelting Hercules sky
Over an Aegean Sea
Tell me about your paradise? Is it warm through the year?
Are the skies always clear? Has everyone smiles? How many miles?
Is it true what I’ve heard; a man’s word is his word?
Are you free as a bird? Is truth really king? Teach me to sing!
F-BOOK POST & REPLY; AUGUST 15, 2017 LA CA USA: DEBBIE GUILLIAM POSTED ON HER FACEBOOK PAGE AUGUST 14, 2017: ]For those of you who still
MR SINJI-GAN. … Sinji-Gan lost his entire family from the USA dropping of the atomic bomb very near a bridge at the center of Hiroshima. He was sick that entire week of the Walking Ants from the false sunrise & great wind, so he was at his grandmother’s home recuperating. Her home was far outside the radius of the giant mushroom tem and its power to evaporate human souls en mass. Yet he remains a happy man. He was so cute today; a little old man who does nothing but smile and laugh and love life. He is so cool. MR SINJI-GAN. His name is a MANTRA which may open the hearts of the most heartless among us.
HE SAID: I am only human. My voice is powerful so I never shout. We share many of the same thoughts. We come from the same womb. The source of all our inspiration never cries but laughs a lot.”
A goodbye kiss is had to face sometimes. I lament what might have been although I know what is, just is. What can one do but shake it off, take a deep breath, be very nice to yourself by taking better care of you than ever before and let go. Just let go. It is my freedom time. It is your freedom time. I don’t know about you, but I’ve gained ten pounds in two weeks and I look like a rock star high on crank. Oopsadaisy, I meant, I look like a rock lobster high on … life? Yeah, sure, that’s the ticket, April Utley-Cannon may be my baby sister but she is a goddess who knows everything one needs to know .Unlike me, Mr. Know It All, who does in fact know most of it (the only one here with delusions of grandeur is your face in the mirror), to hell in a handbasket, xxxx ’em if they can’t take a joke,