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Sunday, April 29, 2012

solo flight

i sit alone and in the night
reluctant dawn still miles away
with leaking pen i try to write
(it’s what i do instead of pray)

the fat, round clocks no longer tic
the fat, round clocks no longer tock
and my thin soul has grown quite thick
i am a sausage in a sock

life hurts me still, yet here i am
and with blind will then here i’ll be
a floating fiery flock of flotsam
on a black and oil slick, rainbow’ed sea

if i had only known before
what i have too late and lately learned
i would have paid the wearisome whore
and left my languishing lover spurned

for life is filled with many’a choice
sweet death is but a candle snuffed
i shouted and screamed while i had my voice
temper tantrums in a teapot just weren’t enough

so gather ‘round children why i explain
as the crickets’ chirps slice slices of the night
what it’s like to watch god gurgle down the drain
what’s it’s like to fly a solo flight 











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I am from West Virginia. Born in New Martinsville to a minister's family. Traveled around West Virginia and Southern Ohio growing up. The only stability I got was from my mother's side of the family in Boone County. My Great Grandfather on my father's side was preaching in Madison during the Mine Wars. He ran for the state legislature on a pro-union ticket and won only to have the coal companies tie the results up in court so he ended serving only one day out of this term. My Grandfather on my mother's side stood with the miner's at Blair Mountain and died of Black Lung when I was still in my teens. I was raised a Conservative Christian...not a Fundamentalist. Strict separation of church and state based on the understanding that what makes for a good politician is pretty much the opposite of what makes a good Christian. I'm politically radical in that I believe in one man/one vote and the only way to have political equality is to have economic equality. I'm an atheist because once I accepted the fact of my own mortality I found no need for belief in God.