I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas.
My fingers are Santa's little helpers.
My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments.
I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn.
Sisyphus, sweating uphill.
Bukowski,
scribbling away
in rooming houses.
A river always flowing.
I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Will You Walk With Me?
in an amount of painful, laborious and sometimes - long strides...
i hope that my small steps in life
will be recognized
by true friends
lovers
God(s)
all witnessess
and ME -
after this life......
this life of mine......
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