July 2019
I was once a sitting duck, until the
Scottish lass; with her colourful
strokes, became a friend of sorts; I
paid no more than fair I swear, she
brought upon us the written;
a truth for child and adult alike,
and I feel a sadness now inside;
Her resorting to mind alterings;
as the light is here, always here,
I swear,
my wee lass,
stay away; stay away
the darkest days are
gone; and done
There are two worlds in which I exist [ existed / existing ] … a home; a boat on a shared sea. I am not [the] captain. There are no oars. I sail without sails. Endless crossings. One provides a voice; no restrictions; [and] smiles. Two has no doors, just dark corners & bottomless oceans. Words stuck in throats […] never come out; unless soaked in 60 proof solubles. Here be dragons. [drowning dragons]