Sell me the sun dad, cause i have disowned it it has driven me mad and i have really blown it spell me the dictionary and the words upon it Take my desire for ministry find a grave and dance upon it Sell me a rebooted dream of black cofee and cream of biscuits andContinue reading “Rebooted in Quatrains”
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Haiku #598
I don’t know what it’s doing there in the garden It’s rusty can time
Dad
Clip my wings again, I feel ashamed Go behind my back Let me loose track and just let me go with your blessing. Dad, I care.
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 