Distant outpost

The King decided
one fine autumn day...
to tour his vast
vast empire
...from outpost
to outpost fort
to fort with his cohorts
With pomp and ceremony
...he was greeted
by governors manning
beautiful abodes
.....for the king
was pleased

Then he saddled up
...his swiftest horse
and went off riding
mile after mile
leaving pomp
...in the dust

He stopped on a hilltop
...and strained his eyes to see
The very most distant
outpost of his empire
....he slowly approached
the rickety hut
and was swiftly attacked
...by a haggard brute
who'd been handed this job
...generations ago
by those that remembered

And the King grabbed him
in a hug and overcome
....with emotion
whispered~ it's ok... It's me
your King....

and entered his meager hut...
...exclaiming "you are the true heroes of my kingdom

you, that haggard
generation that mans
...the very most
distant outposts
.......of my vast empire



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the wall

sitting at the wall...
on the outside...
looking in
......not even)

the peep h0le
stuffed with
..scribbled needs

I knock..and BANG
....but
the stone only
hurts my knuckles




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photo taken last week...


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Hello

Hello my name is David...

...I'm a sinaholic

and I've been sober for 2 days



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he lay under the streetlamp

he lay under the streetlamp
under blucrircles yellow
like some van gogh
staggering like a tramp
in a smartdisheveled suit
inebriated in the dark of night
running from his shadow..
.....then stopping to fight
until the sun slowly paints
away the shadow..and the dark
and more and more...
...... brightens and burns
his face in shame...
as the beadle passes by
.....hammer in hand
scarf around neck
..uncomfortably tight

He hadn't realized it was
already....time
for that matter...he hadnt
realized anything

He knew he had to
....get back
but where was he???



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