Superman Looking For A Phone Booth.....

[maggot]

Wow. I'm sick

Of looking for greatness in others 

and giving my own

a day pass

a hall pass

a last chance when the tale has not even begun to be told.

I'm sick of the cold world's inability to look at the old

And be bold in it's convictions. These thoughts they sometimes flee me or fleece me?

But never release me how encouraging as the embers rage on. 

I dialed up whatever piece of me that I'd lost and wonder why my thoughts have crossed 

Your ocean and away an anchor through my soul and a chance to console it.

But I'd rather control it? I guess. I'm blessed. Maybe hexed. Would you like to paint this fence?

But I digress Tom. Perhaps Iv'e sawyer-ed this thing the whole way through ? who knew...

Not me! I plead the Fifth and claim innocence even though I'm drenched in decadence

How's that for conventional wisdom, a pop-up dismal existence

no time to replenish this fish funeral that we attend looking for a bitter end 

Oh come now don't pretend that my words don't fall flat to deaf ears

It might appear that I'm nearing some apex 

Some mountain top of stress, but I don't regret the bloodletting 

That gave way to petting...if you'd let me enter your zoo...?

© RobertGlennMaggotMansonMorrisonMarlow December 22nd. In The Year 2012.

  

[Fay Dickson-- AKA doofs]

maggotlove, you continue to amaze me with your ability to paint pictures with your words