Poor Me
Pour Me a Redrum
“The most beautiful people we
have known are those who have known defeat,
known suffering, known struggle, known loss
and have found their way out of
the depths, these person’s have an
appreciation, a sensitivity, and a
understanding of life that fills
them with compassion.
Beautiful people
do not
just happen.” Elisabeth Kuber-Ross
I have never had a message, how dare this witch say mine is dangerous.
Do what you feel comfortable with, don’t worry what other people are doing.
That is not to say I don’t listen to people and consider the wisdom of an action.
Vulnerable people do all sorts of wacky stuff and it is no body’s fault, you can’t
control them, it is just a safe place to think and to find friends. My places are.
The conversations are about inside me, and the emotional states that are effected.
Under the influence I have delusions of grandeur and tend to manipulate and lie.
Here in my living room I am open and unafraid you will harm me with ideas.
Witness that real love is not a goal or dogma, it is me celebrating you and you me.
She was telling me how wonderful her new walk up in Chicago is.
I closed my eyes and remembered Park Slope Brooklyn, staying
at my sister’s apartment, the neighborhood stores, the park right
there. She said she can walk a block and meet up with people.
I need a big sky that is all there is to it. I visit big oceans too.
If you haven’t had an anal probe lately
Come visit Roswell for XMAS, the streets
are decorated with little green men glowing
for the holidays and lots of ET gift ideas
I personally think I meet those of the
mother ship all the time. I try not to give
them too much information about the
real people of this planet, they seem to
think we are all interested it twerping our
lives away, which is kind of convenient for them.