Let the Moon in (poetry)

Would you let the moon in?
She’s out there charging
Soul for sin
Must be a bargain
Losing spin

Postscript: I gained a pound. 111 now. Gratitude.

The house is full of food and ghosts. Spirits and curses. The crows gather around.

Everybody is serving Satan.

And I’m suppose to just sit back and smile.

New lines are forming on my face.

I just had another EKG and xRay completed – doc musta saw something cuz has ordered and scheduled me another echocardiogram.

I have so many appointments this month – all over. Deland. Lake Nona/ Orlando. Daytona.

But I gained a pound. A GOOD POUND.

I don’t want to die.

Still fighting the good fight.

Like our dear John Jones, I crawled so far in the hole.

The Good maker blessed us with 100+ years.

Neo if you’re out there…

If you can read this…

Trinity down

December 2, 2022

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