Crash and burn never

Watch me fly, high

As I wave good-bye to the haters

Of the free —

To the

Haters of forever

And the

Haters of whenever –

. . . never.

Never fail never falter,

Alter all of time ’till the clock don’t block

No tick

No tock


Guns and barrel; weapons: lost


Like you forgot to miss them

Like we


What is them?

Killed them

Not dead but missing

Like you almost dis’ed them

But then you missed them


‘Never exist’ them.

From upcoming book, Rantings of a Weedhead: The Song Before the Sound.


*Photo credit to #ToyPhotographer



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