not alone anyway,
but sometimes lonely...
not really bad per se,
but bumpy..
there is an increase in the amount of randomness,
a decrease in the true guts and glory stuff.
a volatile vehemence that has overtaken me,
worked me over.
left me for dead.
I don't always recognize myself.
and feel stuffed
into something
feel left out'in the cold
feel arranged by the hands of fate
and left completely reconfigured
by someone else's hands.
Funny how i can be in disarray, and yet
rest solely in my little angular reality
with all it's sharp edges and juxtapositions.
dismantled perhaps the better term
for a life turned upside down.
