
and returns are falling

sometimes you lose track of where you are, have been, or are going:



and returns are falling

sometimes you lose track of where you are, have been, or are going:


A wry comment

left dangling, can become a bitter aside -

perhaps it was attempted wit, or biting observation, or sad experience,
but the image is the more powerful for the on-wall edits -
youth suicide is a tragic waste

Annie get your piece,

but OMG, shriek, ventilator blues …

and ya end up behind barzzzzz


Sometimes you are on top of the world,

and sometimes you are in the soup:
