The alley way of life.

Having arrived at the suprising observation

,suprising because you would have thought I would have noticed it before,

being a visual artist, and all that.

Where was I,

Oh yes, that I live in an alley way.

Well in suburbia it is, in the rocky mountains it would be a canyon.

I have an explanation ,

for the drifts of paper that find their way through my house.

As a paper free home

I am inundated

by my own

and others paper.

In my personnel search for paradise

paper is my mountain.I give away books turn them into art cut them sculpt them cook them ignore them and still they keep coming.

I study fine art to learn welding and end up a performance poet.

on a pension, and you tell me you understand WHAT!

So welcome to the alley of my Life.

To the alleys of your mind.