To be honest I hate doing videos, I’m more comfortable living under a nice damp rock.But this is 2021, not 1847.So my question is how do I save Fred?Sincerely,Eugene.
Category Archives: Personal Journal
Essential Worker, a poem.
We….. ….get up before dawn, eat, shower and take mass transit to work, if we are lucky…. We…. cannot work in the safety of our homes, Working for the minimum wage. No hazard pay or wealth incentives or federal/state support, always exposed to Covid_19. We could die leaving our families and estates poorer for patriotism?Continue reading “Essential Worker, a poem.”
**sigh**
**sigh** What else can I say? To watch a slow moving coup, so slow that people don’t notice it. It creeps behind perceptions, behind Confederate flags, while people of color are killed while: buying a pack of cigarettes, or being gay, and not even accountants eating ice cream are safe. I’ve cried in rage whenContinue reading “**sigh**”
The Pool Goddess must be mad me….a poem.
Not a pool tablein sight. All of them are covered, pool cues put away in dusty racks. No beer or rum flows, all are bottled unused, Because the bars closed. The people are in the streets, awaiting brutality.
Question: Are people aware of their sexual energy?
Caged
Bars on my windows.Bars on my doorway, Put them up ourselves. Keep us safe, keeping our Troubles at bay. Safe in our homes we haveBecome imprisoned. Who imprisoned us?Did we do it? We can’t blame those Who would invade our Fortress, our home. Because they too are imprisoned. Who imprisoned us?Did ‘The Man’ cage us?Well,Continue reading “Caged”
I ain’t no angel….a poem
Sorry, I ain’t no Angel…. I am man-shaped, and I continuously burn, a living yellow flame…. From days of old, people have runned from my embrace, Fearing the passions I would share with them. Why do they flee me? In school, I would sometimes set my desk on fire just sitting with daydreams of loss….Continue reading “I ain’t no angel….a poem”
Commute and walk to work: 12.30.2020
12.27.2020
Hello. I’m remembering and sharing my earliest thoughts of suicidal tendency and attempt, in the hope that someone else can benefit from them. The earliest memory was of me taking twine and tying it to the closet pole to form a loose to hang myself — at the age of 8. I had refused toContinue reading “12.27.2020”
Hard Roads to Hoe, a poem.
Three times in my life,someone has tried to mug me,only once did they take my money…. In ’88 I met an old friend fromelementary school,whom after gaining my trust,relieved of my wallet andmoney, and ripping my favoriteblack turtle neck. I called the police who madea report,then promptly did nothing. Years later at nightI walked thoseContinue reading “Hard Roads to Hoe, a poem.”
Liferaft in the Abyss 