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Somehow, I survive through the months

of darkness and blurriness of the mind

and body. I live under the power of vertigo.

I stand waving in the still of being there

and not being there. I feel dizziness

of the mind and hope for the fuzziness

to go away. I look up toward Heaven,

for an answer. I ask, “Am I going to survive?

and do I want to survive?” I start sleeping

earlier and taking night medication earlier.

It worked.  Everything cleared up.  Vertigo gone

and I learned to survive once again.

It’s cold outside,

but sizzling inside.

We have hookers bouncing

up and down, pleasing

their customers.

Their knockers

are a knocking

letting their guests

in. Happy Bucking New Year.

 Addicts shoot drugs

into their system

as if they don’t

want or need a next year.

For those that don’t reach

next year, we shed a tear

and ask, “Why?”

Happy Bucking New Year

 We have children with no food

and freezing.  They have no home.

Some live in carboard boxes, with

no heat and expose to artic winds.

Shelters are full this time of year,

and people are afraid of their safety.

People die of the cold by living homeless.

Happy Bucking New Year

  We don’t know if we are going to be alive tomorrow.

We don’t know if Trump is going to start World War Three

by sending a nuclear missile to either North Korea or China.

Any how let’s forget all what’s wrong with the world,

and enjoy ourselves as we look forward Happy Bucking New Year.

I live life behind the crow’s nest.

The crows fly between the physical and spiritual realms.

The crows eat flesh from the dead and carry their

souls into the spiritual realm.  I absorb their

sorrow and some of their dead dreams.  My face wears

a caul where I see through my mask of death and pain.

My hair flows red like blood.  My fingers cut through

flesh and my teeth sharper and pointed, so I can puncture

a vein or an artery. I exist between both realms. I

also live in humans’ nightmares scaring them to death

with me stealing their souls and making them mine.

I look from my crow’s perch and watch the pale moon

to rise.  The crows rest I fly into the night looking

for a certain prey with my scarlet eyes.

Am I crazy?

When I hear things

that’s not there.

 Am I crazy?

When I see things

that’s not there.

 Am I crazy?

To believe in

something that

no one can see.

 Am I crazy?

To place my

faith in a

God that no

one sees.

 Am I crazy?

No, I think

I’m okay.

I just have

faith in Heaven.