47yo amateur poet stranded on the Alabama surface taking poisons. Another god fearing son of the populist who cannot see past the times. I use the fire to melt the ice, hang lighting in my eyes for eight hours. Or head nodding at the gas station trying to ash an unlit cigarette. Complaining that at any moment our star might snuff out there by find me sent to bed without supper. Paranoid schizophrenic, I have phobias, delusions & terror dreams. I’m exploring these like a traveler when I write poetry & short stories. Take with a grain of salt. If no one said. I❤️U today I❤️U...