today's lunch special.............cheeseballs....

writing as if it is a necessity of life…..

such as the consumption of nutrients or mere food…

whether i fill myself with dehydrated cheese snacks or fresh catch of the day, my vitality is somewhat satisfied…..

perhaps what I write is a filler of sorts, a mere get it over with appetite pleaser…..

but the craft is intricate and defined and I sit homeless waiting for others to be kind…

and occasionally I drown the processed cheese bits with the most sophisticated of wine

clams on a half shell i suppose.....

bradbury.....i see you....

i've been deciphering your writing code moments at a time.....now the pattern is mine...

all your words like notes of some symphony...played out and orchestrated by any who finger the right piano.....

a silent concert hall.....

a hundred thousand song less minds and two who are humming along....

a fool who still seeks a firefighter to put out the flame....as others run, because they know...

i saw it too 'that dinosaur...lying on the beach'

i prefer if you do not yell at me for knowing and instead offer a welcoming acceptance.....

for now i must go.....but i'll be listening for that phone to ring or are you too lost like peg in Mexico?

the pliable walls that surround me as the ocean waves crash through my front door.....delightfully drowning

standing tall with your spine intact.....immortal pages.....keep reeling you back...