Ensconsed

“They’ll never get me here…” hidden at the end

of a line…”Xiol, where the road ends” is my new

address…about ten houses here like that…new

desk and bed all I need to get cracking writing

stuff few will ever read…no matter; it’s what I do/

it’s all I do.

Just wanted to let who know it feels better than 

narco cheesy palace waiting for the man, waiting

for the chickas, waiting  ’til it all falls apart, and 

what did you think was going to happen anyway?

“Come and get me!” all those who live and die 

because money says so….”NO!” I’ll live simply,

asymmetrically as always in the world trying 

to standardize itself into extinction, perfection the

latest version of hell posing as heaven.

“You can’t catch me!” because I was 

gone at birth

it’s just taken my whole life

to find myself.