Confusion9's Scribblings 7-8

somehow in fixing the fixed the broken became broken again.....and so strapping on my jetpack I sailed to the skies of bi-ways, highways, wrongways; took a wrong turn look behind me there she was......all dressed in blue.....with the grin of a madman, and a laugh just the same.... softly strolling my way, (today is just the right day), hand-held-extend wrap around my waist off we go...... clouds puff ricochet off my unlit cigar, and clutching around me my midnight star, my dream stood ajar as I walked in and shut the door, to the floor, HARD CORE, figure my stream is the waterfall.....this is my distinction, my resurrection, momentum, deliverance, luminescence......my laser to a longer longitude, my fear eraser.....a lasting kiss goodnight from my midnight's summer dream .....I await.

VIII. Insuccession

In failing to succeed, a rainbow shattered. A collection of color in black, white, and grey. Memo to Self: If feeling much older than I am, Strip off thy derby, be well advised to feel free to join the flock. In failing to succeed, once again. So many opportunities, so few infinities. Response to Self: And you, as me, feel free in wonder in delight in passion to wander wrecklessly. In failing to succeed, ambrosic patterns. A Scotch patterned mentality in a feeling to succeed.