ae HAT isn’t SPIRITUAL
out of No ordinary place-
Theres no ordinary Measure;
intellect has some psychotic pleasure.
a man of gold riches sneered,
`YOUR HAT IS NOT SPIRITUAL!
‘ a pauper then argued,
‘ The shade is Essential ‘
Welcome to my B l o g
i was found in the Rhubarb garden;
Much like an orphan; Much more than
happenstance
here
ive commenced to change my ways
not the way You fancy, perhaps.
i am a people who thinks to snoopy danse
no matter its reason; Nor when fast clouds.
With that said …
Enjoy the ride.









The Nite…
came like ink bleeding into a blank page
spread across sky
like drowning paper fiber by fiber
The Nite…
came like shining sax notes
like rusting bass
got sucked into a lens
so it can’t be forgotten