fresh perspective
They are the discarded lot... the half-priced bargain people... un-mendable... ou can find them in garage sales of coffee shops raising up their rusty voices in discussion with their maker: the other god... the not so close, uncle of an aunt, the-part-of-the-family-we-don't-want-to-talk-about god... they are the pieces that fell off of our assembly line... we don't celebrate their birthday, nor do we take them out fora beer... they are forever undiscussed at the dinner table, forever shooed away from our till fully working children in fear they might infect them with their crazy ways and half-brained perceptions... if we could we'd put them in the scrap yards to await death that will surely come... there, only the brave ones would go... the occasional poet welders in need of some spare part "love for humanity" and "the simple things"... a nut and a bolt of a fresh perspective...