… to be continued, again.

Wait a minute

I firmly believed that I
Didn’t need anyone but me
I sincerely thought I was so complete
Look how wrong you can be

The women I’ve known I wouldn’t let tie my shoe
They wouldn’t give you the time of day
But the slit-eyed lady knocked me off my feet
God, I was glad I found her

—ooOoo—

Haiku for my poetic friend:

life is fucking busy

but i’m enjoying the ride

much better than most

your sweet petals part

tasting you under moonlight

your hips say the rest

—ooOoo—

I wanna find my leather pants and old boots. I wanna get on my motorcycle and ride for weeks. I wanna fuck hard in a rock shower.

I wanna go back to The City. I wanna take the Vette topless to the coast. I wanna check-off some boxes by year’s end. I wanna try something new.

I wanna see shows in new venues. I wanna let some people go. I wanna smile with every memory. I wanna spend time with my new van friends.

I’m not sure what happened this week, but I feel totally on fire with a renewed focus. I feel back in the game for some reason. I feel at peace.

At peace with what, I’m not quite sure, but I’ll take the solace. Beats whatever was happening, which motivates me to continue the process.

I thought things would end more along the lines of W.C. Minor, cutting off my penis in a mental hospital. Good to know otherwise. A new path.

—ooOoo—

Anywho – I guess there’s some things to consider… What next?

To be continued…