and the life of Rhonda Richoux
i feel the sudden
urge to take my
brain out of
storage
it’s been there
in a state of
decay with
the remains
of a former life
i’m stuck here in a hell hole
i’m stuck here in a grave yard
not the usual
kind with
dead people
floral sprays
emotional
tributes
etched so
carefully
in marble
but the
other kind
the worst
kind where
the living
simply
forget
to live
I am retired from the public school system. I create magic wands and spells, write mediocre poetry and the occasional freelance magazine article; research local history and family genealogy; I’m an activist and keep in touch with friends, family and archenemies on Facebook, Twitter, What’s App and Word Press. I'm a Fiipina-Cajun troublemaker and trickster. I'm feeling as invincible as Keith Richards these days. Fuck is my favorite word. View more posts
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