Processing and purging

Hearing the truth The ugly truth Trying hard to process What it really means Was always a bitter pill But somehow easier to swallow At least when there was something A reason on which to blame Delusional Madness Insanity Lunacy An innate inability To deal To cope To live To feel A falsity I nowContinue reading “Processing and purging”

The Hyena

It wasn’t his Voice Finally found After fifty years Of living Dead It was his Imitation skills Finely tuned Honed Down pat Poetry, prose Letters and Madness No original Thought Merely mimicking Bukowski’s style The scruples Morals By which he Lives his Life Memorized passages Dog-eared Pages Following A script Assuming a Personal role WorseContinue reading “The Hyena”