“i can’t read
your handwriting”
he wrote,
responding to
the four page
scribbles i mailed
his way
“too bad” he said,
“because you (underlined)
can (underlined)

the secret is
to enclose
what speaks
to him,
what he
wants the most
food for his demons
so they will come
and play
for him.

now i have sent
the exact enclosures
we were told
not to send.

true to life
he is his
mama’s son
and this
i’m sure
is purely

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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3 Responses to scribbling

  1. awesomepie says:

    It’s the 15th again! Time for some comments:

    Sent to a… publisher? hm.

    • lindalou5150 says:

      no no no…publisher? geez…i am not quite that delusional…sent to an old poet in LA that i correspond with…words exchanged for breakfasts…sadly, the ‘breakfasts’ often have translated for him as
      breakfast nuggets in a glass pipe…those still in touch with him were strickly instructed not to send him cash anymore…
      thanks for the comment…i often feel like i’m sending this all out to the air and i’m hungry for feedback….linda

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