To have stood and watched him jerk to death on that criminal’s tree then only days later see him walking around good as new, almost like nothing happened save for those scars? Then for him to be at the table a stretch of days eating and laughing just like before until suddenly everything sounds serious and he’s reeled back into the stars where he came from in the first place? To have witnessed his unbelievable conclusion
guaranteed a lifetime sentence of madness,
a madness which try as one might
could not be cured. It could only be endured.
But the enduring is something.
seek and you shall find
- RT @jodyo70: @johnblase from Prairie Home Companion to Rock and Sling, my interview with Barbara Crooker wordfacets.blogspot.com/2014/10/poets-… 8 hours ago
- @jodyo70 Wonderful! Thanks for drawing it to my attention...she's a new poet for me. 8 hours ago
- Dear Lord, if we see a kid today in a politically incorrect costume, give us the grace to not freak completely out and whack somebody. Amen. 10 hours ago