Comments about Randy Jack
Seamster seen stretched over a seamless sew of sensibility
Pick stitching pointless paragraphs;
Don't sully the smooth skin with sutures, you say
There are no more layers to this life.
When you said the air was dead in here I about flatlined and pulled my thread out of this loop
Because before you put your brissles to brisk and fling gray at my color wheel
I have sewn together little bits of happiness, flown them as kite
And when the wind worries my winding hands I stay the course
Battle behemoths who would tell me that ...