1: I walk alone in a semi-circle,
Something, big, something small, was that a...

You may have to squint,
Better be pretty hell-bent...

Why are they so loud? This is supposed to be...
But as they drag and they dredge, it's deceitful...

There seems to be something odd,
A twitch of a branch, and indentation in the sod...

The dark mist moves through, scanning the local...
Looking for a weak person, pushing to imbibe...

What can you say about a man of his stature?
I real stand-up fellow, a real dog-catcher...

I look down at you,
Small poppet...

There is an ocean of emotions,
Followed by insidious commotions...

Gob Callo...I hear Bowie,
When I listen to your spew...

Gob Callo,
He was a hero in my (pretend) mind...

Dad Died,
And there was a pause in the matrix...

What is left, when the Left, is far?
Can you really talk about anything below or above...