odd old miscellaneum from a time of passive searching (what the hell?)

Shouldn’t have bothered.
No bother.
hidden in an enclave,
fresh cool breeze,
seagulls,
cries.

Stairwell worries.
Whole lot of moments.
This is the star of the shadows.

The shoulder of the water falling
ignores the growing rolling sensation.

You have prospered
since I’ve been gone.

Light this.
Cut that.
Sit here.
Ponder there.

I am finding nothing works.

Exhale.
Exit care.

This is what happens when someone
who could really be a character in a story
--the insane one
tries to write a story.

I could rhyme you all day.
Would it matter?
Do you have the time to
support promote consort console
--I need no consoling.
And I hid no pain
until now.

He lives in a shack.
His soul is a castle.
His God sauntered off.
His soul is a castle.

May nothing ever contort your face with pain.
May no one ever report you out in the rain
without a hilarious reason during your
fool’s errand into the wind.