In Broad Daylight

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