...And she's off!

I have not been writing as much over the past two years. Almost lost a sense of who I was, actually. Oh what wonderful [sic] feeling! But, I've been pedaling and cycling back into my self.

I am in me now. Skin's about me and it's a little different this time. Know a little more about that one I called 'my self'. Have a little more peace about the stuff of that time I called 'my past'. Possess alot more of that thing that once evaded me then that was- Hope. I'm Feeling Good.

So for starters:

Hole in the Wall ink arm stained scabby
elbow picked pink with torment.

Eye wide invites beckon me over and in.
I delicately decline, "Uh-uh, No-thank-you".

Their smiles 'n smirks reveal drunk lust.
Not desire. Bereft of cordiality.
No nice-to-meet-yous. Not TO me.
Yes yet they want to do to 'you'.
Nuh-uh, like I said. NOT TO ME!

So, what lewdness would they want OF me?
Don't have to ask. This and they are gross.
Not welcome here, I am.

Soggy soiled burgers and a southern
White man's version of the Blues ain't so bad,
but it's bad enough.

Get 'em out of Gitmo, those inspectors.
Put the patrons in their stead.

I'll beck back from whence I've come.