I am positive about life…
I just sometimes feel someone has stolen the present out of the wrapping paper.
That in the end all the well meaning advice can lead you off a nebulaic cliff edge (moral – don’t listen to other people).
My best friend left me in the dust at my lowest point?
Could I write a poem like Allen Ginsberg. Would anyone care?
Cherry cola is rotting my teeth.
The bonsais of the mind contain the tigers of the soul-image.