Jason, you're so crazy' I hear so often..
I know I'm crazy though..
Does one cease being crazy,
once they realize they're crazy?
...
Finally asleep around 4am,
after a night locked in my head,
I found myself walking placidly
down a weathered, drab,
...
Pointless and aimlessly,
The poet takes flight.
Unaware at the moment,
Of what he will write.
...
110 degrees in the shade
With
40 percent humidity...
Sweating bullets
...
Intricate Grace in Merging Words
Shades of yesteryears
dreams of needs
...
This...
A funny series of pock marks,
Placed at a point
Where (like flung from afar)
...