The neon sign’s missing L and V
flicker with back yard
bug lights
an ode to the lost depot
near a rail yard where
rotted empty pallets lay
this neon ghost light hums
its piper song . . . more
Perpetually dreaming while living dramatic scenes in an overly ridden world. Still can see my eight year old self when I look in my eyes in the mirror. Kind of a Tom Sawyer and a man about town with midwest humor and southern hospitality. Crazy about the art of conversation and do enjoy reciprocal dialogue.....NOT sound bite name dropping that comes from this new age of instant messaging and acronym like pseudo communication.
On Gather, I'm Looking For ...:
I want to network with publishers, fellow poets and people who do truly experience pure joy from the marrow of life.
