and returns are falling

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

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

a crazy diamond dances with a flash

but OMG, shriek, ventilator blues …

and ya end up behind barzzzzz

and sometimes you are in the soup:

making light of the end

Highly chromed ride

Miss alignant

Go, Johnny, go …