I have this innate ability to slip seamlessly
Through the cracks between my personalities...

When the light goes out, in his eyes
Grey flat jelly stairs blankly...

At war within your own mind
Hallucinate; the in- explicable...

This is how my brain works
I pick up on a line, a word, an idea...

There is this independent part of me
That can never quite grow old...

The discovery of the deeply felt significance, of...
Spurring me on to the creative expression of...

I have been holding on
All these years...

Long time ago, on a day like to day
Sad news at my door step...

Sometimes you need to think in braille
To see what life’s nobly bits are teaching you...

Blind fold in place
Hearing aid on my bed side table...

Let me scratch the maggots out of the pie
Put a rock at the door...

You will be on my mind forever
Fragile, soft, all exposed, courting hurt and pain...