Something New... Something Old

Twisting and turning. Never stopping just moving on...a leaf caught on the wind.... blown against a tree and shellacked to a windshield...A seed blown across two states just ahead of spring rain...whipped into the crack of a fourth story kitchen window.... These things are wind-driven and I make no fucking sense when I write anymore... So many fucking thoughts and so many fucking words and so many damned pieces of mental duct-tape flying out of nowhere to stick the bitches together and make a crazy kaleidoscope no one understands... increasingly I see the world thru strange eyes...the angles skewed and warped... faces stretched and blurred and voices blending together into a cacophonous WAAWAAWAA's...I have no idea where the fucking wind is blowing me. I struggle for words, sentences and structure to put voice to my insane ramblings. Attention- span daydreams weave sinuously through my verbal brain-vomit like mature maggots through the eye sockets of a road-kill cat. Moments of clarity spear the intellectual chaos between my ears like morning sunlight through a bullet hole in the ceiling of a smokey blacked out bar. Every morning a rattly little red capsule that works less and less to quell the chair-breaking barroom-brawl taking place in my psyche...

' Crazy? Yes sir I believe I will have some more... '