Another Blessed Day

I've spent the better half of my life
living on these crack filled streets
I don't complain mind you, just

The drifting residence of lust

Lost in the labyrinth of self and self again
Dishelved by a handful of broken years
You arrive

Inner Vision Outward Show

Gender bender, radical right.
Fortnight coming, out of sight!
Tumultuous times, mornings anew.
Filled

At five, my fingers danced
over yellowed keys.
There I escaped my father's snarls
the voices hissing in my head
(what the hell

Struggling with my life and who I'm supposed to be
wondering why these things only happen, to me
Throwing a coin into a fountain,