I am White.
I am Black.
A Nazi, also Ghandi.
I am happy when I’m sad.
But sappy when I’m angry.
I’m hippy as I’m stern.
Educated, though unlearned:

sporadically a spore addict
cloudy space-dust lightning creaking faded in the attic.

I’m a ghost in many shells,
Viewing what my shelling’s done.
Purposes united by the meaning of 1

The pen is fading as blood will dry
— ideas — in spin —

Beauty and Beast
tumbling within.

I am stupid. I am Smart. I am worthless.
I am art.

Smoke in vapor – clouds of dust
Kevin Rich links his ghastly Musk
like Elon Rowling Meryl Streep.
Or Joshua mixin’ me a drink.

You are me as I am you.
Read it backwards for the truth.

confused as apparent.

“Make me proud.”
“Make them pay.”
“Come home again to me some day.”

I am alive. I am dead.
I am famous for what I said.

I am the solution wrapped in riddles;
concentrated dilutions as big as I’m little.
I write since I’m wrong but swear I’m right-handed.
Colorful colorless read and unread.

Someday I may die,
but maybe I won’t.
I was born yesterday,
tomorrow I’ll choke.

My life will be remembered – though forgotten soon
by new life with new blood – Ideally less rotten.

This tale shall continue as
the ink pulls out in capillary action
A tale of eternity delaying satisfaction with distraction.
Moments of bliss amid new methods and movements.

I am lefty in this panel.
Tai Chi mostly. Both feet maybe.

I am crazy, but dull ‘n sane.
I know you don’t know
Especially if you believe your lies
false-laid confidence coerced ‘n contrived.

Lying kills; a prospective connection
my pen is dying with in-INFORMATION.

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