Damn was not going to survive anyway. It was his time. I feel sorry for him

Shit happens.. Again one of your wonderfully sarcastic poems, dear Keith!

Powerfully penned, Keith. It’s that time of year, when you tell halloween stories. With a name like, Rusty Trombone, he was dealt a bad hand from the start. Appreciate you.

Damian

Your halloweenish spooky words are the best for the month…

That’s some heavy fucking irony, Keith. The title reminded of an old song, though it had to do with trains it wasn’t this twisted. Appreciate you.

Damian

Gotta be on your toes. Getting too comfortable can get you hurt.
This also reminds me of people who text and walk into polls because they don’t look around.

Scrumptious minced blind meat…

I relate to this. Lots of craziness in the world
I hate going out after dark so I don’t unless it’s absolutely necessary and not by myself
Powerful write

My current apartment in the ghetto in Buffalo, NY is safer with my living alone – than any place I lived with family. Neighbors keep an appropriate distance BUT A WATCHFUL EYE! Community is sometimes safer than family.

Such a rich and layered piece. I love how it drifts like a dream, full of texture and sensation. The imagery feels both mysterious and intimate, especially in the way it moves from silence into warmth.

This is such a deeply moving piece. You take us there & there is a breathtaking place. I’m a sucker for dew-laden grass in the mornings.

Many thank yous, Willow. You have found what I tried to say without over-stating. Is said that feet soaked in dew remain innocent for life!

I could see this printed within a book. It’s just the right amount of personal note along with staying on a creative writing avenue. It’s mature (educated) yet intoxicating.
Well crafted poetry.

I could go overboard with thanks, Styxian! I try very hard to get to the core of writing the use of my own words! I was initially a short story writer but now destined to try my hand at poetry. Not easy! Take care.