Flavors of blackberry ,
of muscadine and persimmon ,
of brine collecting at the trunk of
tall oaks
Flesh salted in wild abandon
Lovers feasting upon air ,
upon one another along the
marsh , the shrieks of conclusion
borne of March
Naked receiver , child of April
Call o'er cattail , sawgrass and -
Savannah dancer* ..

Why create me?
Do you love me
or hate me.
Whats the purpose?
I feel fckng worthless.
Why so serious?
This addiction has me feeling delirious.
This seems so wrong
For I don't belong
Hopeless traveler
Ruthless scavenger
Lonely warrior
Fruitful courier
Im at the end
cant comprehend
im a fake
i pretend
to be a man
just a phony
faux
spec of dust
grain of sand.
But yet....
i understand.