Thursday, December 5, 2013


HOLISTIC I’m pretty sure now, at
my advanced age I long ago sold
my soul to the devil, and if not—
I will next time we cross paths.

He completes me. Had me at the
quivering whiskers of my chinny,
chin chins huffing & puffing and
blowing my rubric house away.

Ignorance and confusion, muddle
and mess, consternation & dismay
mistake, error & rooms for play—
mothers mothering invention and
innovation: holy smokes & mirrors
only the devil and the cross roads
could change this lead to gold.

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