life today on the edge
this is a brink i walk a trust a misunderstanding a false premise a halted start, a preordaned desity, a manfested reality, a gingersnap cookie wafting in a windowsill, waiting to be consumed by a hunger without end, without mercy, i dont look upon the sea or the light of day i live in a world of moond lighting, drunken blur, the sloppy disheveled bed, tommorrow perhaps i shall have a futon, tommorrow perhaps my guests from portland shall be here, a toddler who the last i saw was ermging from the wound, what t trip life is all the circles and loops and replays, coincidences, etc. im humbled if such a thing can be and ever so very sad.