this link should show the little blue try-level that once 24 years ago was home.
this will not show the picture of the slightly bigger blue now last spotted peach mobile home which from the balling is the lot closest to the bull creek… it ceased even being temporarily home 11 years ago.
What neither map will tell you is what it was like once upon a long ago.
it was always uphill both ways
always to and from in the sun
I saw the neighborhoods go up
and them stale as time goes by
it was a spiritual playground.
how can I remember seizures
I had to rewire this me.
but I do remember cement
the stars laughing at my stories
sending spiders in case dreams fail
and when mom stole christmas away
friends disappeared in droves like poof!
it was then I saw the ‘alone’
sure mercy exists I found friends
one here one there but no forest
then those unmistakable winds
troubles to say it’s met its end
the move. the chance to tidy up.
I’ll never forget that odor
HAH! funny, I learned there to cook
but what of the exploration
each place was wider circlers still
one unit of scope larger still!
how I took myself anywhere
I still didn’t connect the dots
while I wanted away bad
there must have been some spirit glue
I had to stay – I was last gone
first – theirs baby theirs and then me.
I still get the most parent time 😀
some images were bad bad news
full speed face done failed and slid
pulling the handlebars back out
knowing this angle means more pain
and there wasn’t but homeward trudge.
there were magic how, um, the heck?
I still can’t sort out how I fell
I’ve not seen a larger spider
well I’ll be, he jumped seven feet
not all of it was like harmful
but travel now back to the ghosts
it’s improved heh landscapes there now
once dirt is now cement. murder.
who’s not drawn back to the past’s web?
I know the spider’s there….hungry.