Atoms spat me to life
just like that
the clink of bottles and rattled voices
on the din of the flimsy plywood painted green
Smoke and bad dreams to the rafters
ruckus and broken screens
Like my fathers car ploughed the dirt roads
to hell or home
I found the way

The ocean flurry I was beget
the swirl of it all
the alcohol and nicotine
and many fine ingredients
scorched me into the Now
and I emerged
the young scot doc knocking
over a delivery room
lamp in an explosion
on a moonless night
The train almost sideswiping
the wagon at the blind
crossing
Were those signs enough
and my Grey eyes which
were never going to change
spooked her so bad she
never gave me a name
for three months!!

September and Autumn
I love..My freedom
where I roamed passed
from social service homes
till October
a war lost but a battle
won!!

I was a lifer before I knew
it.....then came the sleepwalking
the nightmares
the asthma
screaming awake like a vet
at four

Shunned in grade Five
a child of the damned

I smile like a chesire cat
whose weathered the bricks
and the shoes
and all whom knew
and are faded like the
shadow about his
shrapnel teeth

Love is Love
never certian
never sure
much noise music
and commotion
then just the wind
that stirs

draw that drawbridge
up and get down
to work
Haunt the Haunts

my notchs and scars
are tended
they are my garden
of fanciful delights
the returnees running
a finger on them
I feel them and smile
the tissue healed
but the skill of the
art of their thrill
more alive then all
the want for understanding
that is beyond us mere
mortals
to answer
Why...

Better to Know How
...

Love is the wind
the cool of the light of the moon
and the scent of their skin
they leave to linger
that they may be
the only rose in the garden
you inhale
in the ache
and anarchy of
Want!!

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