One coffee, two coffee, three coffee, four
Haven’t had a drop, but I’ve been there before.
Ran from my self and wound up in a can.
On a boat, with some boat’s weather routing man.
Who’s in control of the shoe boat, open toed?
Ukrainians take charge laying beads
Holding bow breaking seas.
Marshal, Marshal, I need some machines to help me scream….
The scene before me,
Red and white velvet stockings hang from the ceiling,
Balls hold tight to the tree.
Macaroni and tuni sound good to me.
Last days, last days, last daze,
Around the world and back again.
Shadows and salt thrown by the wind,
Such a lonely road that I’ve chosen.
“Paths less traveled by.”
Shit!
That was just to begin.
All the difference the things unmade?
No whistling, especially on the bridge.
Calling the weather, wind up in a trench.
About ABSTRACT KING
I'm originally from a small town in Central Texas, Lampasas. In the early stages writing was often spurred by some emotional event. What is currently on the Abstract King website is "the tip of the iceberg" so to speak. A pile of indecipherable hand written journals, thousands of photos, and hundreds of hours of video have sat collecting dust in storage over the years. Wondering about the effects fire, flood, or death would have on this massive amount of "me", drove me to create something more permanent. So, I began digitizing all the written words, editing, and sharing pieces with friends. The site is an extension of the positive feedback and intrinsic value I have received since. For the sake of creation, I put it out there for you. If you have an emotional response along the paths in my kingdom, then that's a bonus!
