In being honest with myself, I left the whole thing intact; haven't been doing that enough lately.

January 10, 2011


Hello, Mr. Scarecrow


If I could

I'd like to peel the

latex skin off of your

crinkled, creasing, clown-like grin.


I'd like to

shake your barbed wire frame

hands, and grin at you fearlessly,

think maybe that you're only

just trying to

intimidate me

with your too-nosy

attitude and your

sudden inability to

look me

in the



If the alcohol on your breath

was any excuse,

I'd say I don't miss

the pretences played.


But you're just a

cotton stuffed potato sack

who refuses to lose this

mental warfare.