I am the gutter sailor call me captain’ firedrum cuisine masterchef of nothing .
Bellyfull of piepolar. Cut me the thinnest slice. eyeeye captain anti .
I am your do not of what you haven’t got or rot .I’m am the story spilling from a tent city frostbite dweller . The dollar impaired bag dispared leader .
I pied piper’ leading the cliff face to the lied to .
I am the caused jaw grind of the bankrupt’.its vault full to the brim with remorse ‘crimson.
Scratching at the centerline ‘ regrowth . Gutter hungry forevermore.
I’ve been absent for a while and was delighted to see this on my return after many months. Like a thump in the shoulder from an over-exuberant old pal who doesn’t know his strength. It bruised me, but it’s a pleasant throbbing of fondness and familiarity.