Universal Outlaw.

I’ve got these newly creased lines,

bore in beneath my tired eyes,

dark ringed circles well-defined,

a story left untold – otherwise…

I’ve felt these feelings of mine,

quite poorly compartmentalized,

I sit with the shadows in the tree-line,

until my own unpredictability subsides…

I’ve seen the neon-bright, foreboding signs,

swam for my Life against outbound tides,

when dying’s a blessing and living’s a crime,

and I’m an outlaw to nature and humankind…

I’ve gone and become urban-institutionalized,

let my own body to take away my own mind,

looked at one too many sets of dishonest eyes,

to gauge by the memories of days left behind.

“Doc” Holliday.

That moment when someone insists on opening his or her mouth and commenting on my own alcohol intake level…

“C’mon now…you’re so drunk, Doc, you’re probably seein’ two of me…”

To which, I think Doc Holliday replied best, when he said:

“I’ve got two guns…one for each of you.”

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Universal Outlaw.

I’ve got these newly creased lines,

bore in beneath my tired eyes,

dark ringed circles well-defined,

a story left untold – otherwise…

I’ve felt these feelings of mine,

quite poorly compartmentalized,

I sit with the shadows in the tree-line,

until my own unpredictability subsides…

I’ve seen the neon-bright, foreboding signs,

swam for my Life against outbound tides,

when dying’s a blessing and living’s a crime,

and I’m an outlaw to nature and humankind…

I’ve gone and become urban-institutionalized,

let my own body to take away my own mind,

looked at one too many sets of dishonest eyes,

to gauge by the memories of days left behind.