O.K. …

this…what is this…past…promises…oaths…never taken seriously…kids playing house…

yes…these lies upon lies…misrepresentations…cover-ups…leading to this…this…

you were embarrassed…a mate in search of soul…not money nor materials…power or position…these deals we make…in the name of what…

never impressed with sales figures…prizes or dividends…a bottom-line met… Meister Eckhart kept score…i chose his words…not your’s…

and i am at peace in not being at peace…to question…seek truth…looking for wisdom in old books…poems and prose…streets…ravines…forests… taverns across a land that chose commerce and real-estate…commerce and real-estate…

yet Whitman still walks among the dead…Melville fights the good fight…the noble battle…and Henry Miller dances away while Kerouac prays…they keep me alive…i’m not hungry…

so i say goodbye to you and America…home of the free and the not-so-often brave…so-long to this air-conditioned nightmare built upon sand…a beach closed in the winter-time…

it was never in the cards…never was…and that is O.K. …that is O.K. …

*a thanks to Joe Jackson and Henry Miller*

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dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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