on the
terrace
of terror
the midnight
looms
like yarn
drying on
yarn
drying
on skin

hide
from the
rummaging
ghost
when
you are
full
he takes
what
you have
and it
goes
on
and
on

stay
away
from
the
sucker
one
who
preys
on
your
deep
thoughts
and
drops
them
as
bait
in
their
shiit
water

come to
the lost
who had
a cause
but lost
their war
in the
fake
instant
karma
not even
a dream
not even
a rainbow

oh
the
skye
has
beauty
for me
and
you

oh
heaven
touching us
even now

oh Jimmy- what great writing as always.

Nice Jim

Splendid write {{{{Jimmy}}}}

You never cease to perk my curiosities with your writing. ice work.

Jim, it seems as though every write of yours stretches the fabric of my mind just that much more. Indebted to you, Thank you.

Jim, it seems as though every write of yours stretches the fabric of my mind. Indebted to you, Thank you.