Goodnight morning glory.
I can’t express how removed I actually am.
Today while riding side saddle,
I saw things for sale on lawns and clearance items
huddled in the sun.
I saw cardboard maps guiding the way
to where I wasn't going.
I saw my future standing on stage
in it’s onesies, zipped up the front
and ready to gut you clean.
Ray Strickland
Sunday July 17,2011