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Ed.

Black and white gray he sits alone on his porch rocking slowy, his gazing seems emply, his eyes tired, dated relics seem current in his view-

Everything the same-yet the depths of his sadness strike the core of his feeble seemingly meaningless existence, weeping as the his chair creaks, a fake smile to a passing neighbor is all he can muster-

Carpets mold stales the air- a tired American flag sits proud on the elm tree by the sidewalk.

A cane well worn sits to the right of his bad knee.

Deep in thought thinking:

All those years following the stated "right" way...
Church, taxes, the navy, children, poliite, caring - everything done within the corners, an honent man- a true gentlemen-

What mattered before- is nothing more than a fable- of old photos, and  stuff to clutter the well cared for box with a roof, fence and well fed grass-

No chances taken- no risk- no dare- just rotting away

 -will fades to comfort.

Roofs have a way of providing- warmth to worries ups and downs- food- heat- ac- and a moving colored box that spews the same shit day after day- its an adults fake tit- calm down baby- heres a tit tv..- watch Oprah-

Comforts power over ourselfs is human natures way of least resistance-.... complaints are easy anyone can complain, call it the idiots addiction-

shes dead now- its over- lifes cruelest lie-

Balance _______^_________"invent yourself", Happ Klop said- hes should have never sold north face for just a million-

We are all more capable of the old man.

- safe and sound -

"home safe bobby, home safe" the mother says as she  hugs her son on the dock.....home after a month at sea-

Time for my nap- nah maybe ill buy a car or try and better myself-

hookers, booze, sex, fast cars, rock n roll, drugs-
Seems much more sane , than rotting human flesh-

I dunno- im such an idiot- stay calm- Trudy  says softly inside my ear...

" i can see it in your eyes" , " look at me "
calm down- its ok, breathe  its ok "

 dear lord I love that woman-

mania is normals fucked up- uncle- ....everybody in the family talks shit about him but secretly there all just jelious.










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