Back

Back in Tepoztlan after foray into Medellin

cocaine crazed old friend kicked me out of

narco macho cheese palace for my last few

days, it’s haunted, I tell you, the whole 

shebang notwithstanding brass rails like a 

pirate ship in the Caribbean, and the racist

step mother died last night but she helped 

my father so trauma ordinary yet unsettling

seems to be the order of the day…

wow…like passing a bowling ball as Robin 

Williams was won’t to say for a long time 

maybe nothing happens then, suddenly, every

thing happens at once, is that enough cliche?

So, getting out of not only the house but the

environment was necessary to break the spell…

…what else ya got? now I’m in the house I 

lived  in for seven years transferred to old 

friends made  them happy so I won’t take it 

back need a  clean break from that life too 

(if I can just find a good barber here) looking 

out clean old windows at the green bush with 

mauve flowers I once and still love.

Yeah, call me a yoyo in more ways than one

someone said the world was one big emergency room