INVERSE VANDALISM

But I have not.

I still find the desire
to stretch out on these wires
and sip coffee from the same old cup.
I'd be selfish to bottle me up
like a poorly designed wine.
Only to be purchased,
swilled with no regret
and killed in the gutter
by a shady silhouette
loosely resembling...mine.


My caliber and calling's higher
my bullets hollow points.
I'll fill them up with charm and grace
and miss not when I fire.

And grasping is not easy with
arthritic morning fingers
When I wake I force myself to grip
and find the strength that lingers.

Just beyond my outstretched bones
there burns a sacred fire
That never dies when tended well
and fueled with my desire.

And there it shall remain
and be the object of a quest
undertaken by my human frame
which hosts a holy guest.

And my arms exist to help you
and lift you towards the sky
As days drift by we work as one
until the time draws nigh.

And we shall dance, laugh, and sing
together you and I.
And all will be behind us
In the fire.
In the sky.

DWR

Ohio! Frigid rain never felt so good! The leaves change color in the Fall. Did you know that? Funny to think I was bent on changing for the better the Devil's Mud hole the last few months.
New Orleans is not where I belong at this crossroads of my life. Just so you know, the above wasn't meant to be a poem but became one of its own accord. I've been reborn, in a way, simply by leaving that wretched area. It's only been one day!
Thanks to all of you precious souls for sticking it out with me the past few months. Your very dear to me and you know who you are.
Yes, I've decided to stick around and report my travels, for there may be few in the near future.
I've only to get this court case/vehicle situation taken care of, and I'll be rolling'. So, I've got to put up with NOLA for another couple of months...but until then, I'm flying all over the freaking place. It's better than blowing it on vice. I started writing a screen play today. I'm going back to college. I love all of you. Peace.