Somethig odd

Even as I write this
I'm really not sure
What could that
Be about?

There was
A bunkhouse
Back then

A flat tire
A wheel
And something
Wrong

So why now?
What would bring
That back



Oh how the
Past can return

That one
That's gonna
Be more then
One

I will have to
You and they
Belong
In my story

You are part of it

Kinda odd
You're not in
It yet

When will I
Ever be able
To finish
Reithoffers chapter


Can I even
Write it

Or am I
Scared

It was so awful
What they
Did

But it should
Be told I
Guess.



To be continued

Places of mention part one my child hood living quarters that i remember

Port charlotte Pine Manor San Carlos island sancarlos from teh sky londondarry deerparkGermantown mulberrylakeland

The 400

Take 400
90
77... Resurvation

Smokes gas taxfree
Injuns land

A casino
Smoke shops
And a highway

Miles away from the city

Squanto it out there
That's what I call him

I'm told it's a woman
But it looks like a cartoon Squanto

Someone not from this time
He should be in a dirty hairy movie.

A broken tooth throbs
Damn barometer.

Taxes paid on a property that
should be flattened
and sold for land value.

Stupid uncle sam
Squeezing blood from
A stone

Never really
Know where it will
All come from


How the hell have I survived
For so long




but knowing I can just
Go to the world
The roAd anytime
I need to.