HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO DEBORAH MARQUIS AND JEAN GARDNER!

What whence upon the Public Path, swerving aft of left and the rights in a Bill (hi Bill ) of Billy’s in The Hills of height almighty, up tight, and up to the tight, with all of my nights spent crafting my writing—this power discerning you—at this late with a Latte — the Friendly’s Fribbles — beef and all the Fixings, writing no fiction as per the interest I’ve found in my words... to the sirloins cooked filet, of humble fish, bored in a Beta- habitat, he or she, the fishy, has found its fate to hate the barriers, when I could carry you over a beach to reach and the water—free again little fishy, the underwater depths to be seen and barrier-ed by none when my reach with words- it has come but not to closer to the rim, twisted knobs and doors solidly locked—I wish the staff didn’t have access to my private belongings—spent and still spending, this poem has an opening to serene sunlight at dusk, that I have thoughts of who and MUST be aiding my Disabled and Handicapped life as a critical crutch—Louis Vuitton clothes and “the clutch” of a car, press it far but beware the shifts of the gear-shaft, that, I don’t drink any alcohol or “Draft”—to speak of Kings—my investment bet with Jenner, I am the winner of what I saw in commercials to appear on Television, when I had “visions” seeing double-vision and ducking my head when my glasses aren’t on, Rook takes Pawn, that I miss living at my real “home” with Mom and Dad—I bet I made them sad to move me here 3.5 hours away!

So and to say, I feel such May now the month, of Distinguished Deprivation of Marquis-wealth and Marquis-health, sitting alone along the way, all alone, no friends here—but to phone them, all my few friends of what buddy-buddy friendly flavors—no longer to Savior or savoring time together, whenever, that it was Sunday and now it’s Monday of being favorite-ed for a minor-annoyance, LIVESTRONG, Lance (he beat cancer!)

$JEFF IS THE ANSWER, to foil my accredited transactions of Amazon, all day long or of speaking in ways to read and rehearse over one more time with whales in Bitcoins and waving me to you, me waving at you, along the WAVES HELLO!

A cup of Joe.

That’s what’s up!

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!