I am the bread box of this life.
I am a 603 soul…
secluded, secular, whole.
Our Town, mine and theirs, grunge and danger…
Pert and purposeful.
Kindness and Cruel.
Poised on the edges of insanity
Sittin’ on a fence of needled delights.
Our Town, mine and theirs…
Blind in a drunken fight.
Urban Foot Decay
Boxed up in discounts dislocated on the five and dime floor.