Echoes of thunder shudder my
mental insanity chamber, Mason's gift to me.
My living is still limited to a couple
dozen people, most still spending more
time with those they tried escaping by
coming here. I love you Mother, Mike,
mini-me (the one who everyone thought was
going first) (please stop hurting yourself)
Mental insanity chamber. Only a description
of my physical awareness. My mind,
save for the parts dedicated for art
(those are a dizzy mess), is in place.
Ms. Prettyman adds to my company tonight:
Life's too short
If it works, then it works…
When it rains, it pours and…
Will it actually rain tonight?
I hope not, my windshield wipers don't work.