I Made it back
Finally
Looking hard to see if I can spot all of the many faces here that I know I should not see
And, in my search, I did send out some sort of signal from deep within my epicenter
Today, they could smell me riding on the afternoon haze
I must have been like a beacon
A zephyr in broad daylight
My each and every footstep outlined the hedge maze, heavily equipped with clearly marked road signs
In neon colors, flashing
My urge to feed the amorous, beastly side of me
A maddening desire to hop upon the tailwind of a comet that has long been heading this way
Bouncing along, to and fro
Coming to so many crossroads that have somehow become embedded into the maps that compose all of my delusional fantasies
Easily morphed into realities
Like frogs back into princes
Canines
Felines
The winged ones, oh so divine
All of the words written here are mine and what I am is simply unexplainable by using mortal words
My many names can be heard as whispers in the winds
A man\'s greatest muse
I blend in to become part of whatever idyllic photographic imagery their hunger calls for
I am that special bitch that they keep hidden somewhere safe until it comes to be that time
Yeah, I am here, and boy oh boy they can smell me!
All of the ghosts that linger as the shadows of grudges that they will forever hold against me
Lord only knows the why or how of this one
I happened to run into the very one who I never would never have expected to look me straight in the eye while saying that he still loves me
He must not have been there
Where he was last summer this time, which would explain it
So, I mirrored back his courtesy with a gesture that I replicated in exactness in return
I don\'t necessarily believe that either of us had meant to burn each other the way that we did
I fought back
I danced for him with my liver out of place due to his drunken outburst
I even ran off and hid out from the crooked cop that he had called to come and take me away
That was then
This is now
How fucking long is it going to take for us to outrun that envy-driven Navajo faggots unfounded little curse?
I thought that Ryan\'s untimely death, Wisener\'s dementia, and my doomed love life should have more than reimbursed his sorry bruja ass a thousand times already by now
To be honest, while out there in broad daylight today, I should have been expected a coincidence just like this one to have occurred
Neither one of us seem to be very affected by that witchcraft nonsense anymore at all
It was like :\"hey, how have you been, what are you doing here, I thought you moved, see ya, ba-bye\"
I left him there on bended knee putting air into his front tire staring blankly at the fucking ground
And there I was, driving away in my new ride, eyes bright and tilted up toward the sky
Asking God the all American WTF? question, followed by a smirk and a faint giggle...
Then I proceed to wiggle my fat, fresh, renewed ass back out into the broad daylight to continue to show my face to the rest of the crowd...
7/20/2012