Friday, July 28, 2017

Jamaica and the Garbage Trucks

What scares me? Whadda ya got?

Ghosts have lived with me for some time. I understand now that my mind does it all. Just like everything else that I call reality. Beats being lonely.

Sometimes I'm frustrated that I can't comfort Jamaica when the garbage trucks come. Or when it thunders.

We'd all like to be tucked in. Everybody needs love.


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