I'm just geeked out.

Waiting to come down. Staring straight into the eyes of the most disgusting form of life I had ever encountered in my short, yet well manicured time, on this blustery little blue orb of ours.

Scribble my syllables, thoughts
in this rats den called my head are drifting through the rafters,
filling pages of the sages sorcerous spellbook
bound in silver
gray and quite trivial
Am I real
or still in stasis?

Pages fly freely through the mindly breezes

Awaken, ye sleepless trapses!

Mind ye, the hour of assembly is nimbly numbered.

Some dumb bum, singing hymns, humbly, bumped into me, then.

Numbstruck, I mumbled "what the fuck?"

Defensively, I struck first.

He jumped back, landed, then planted into a handstand.

"I knew that'd come in handy," he panted. He had planned it. On the off chance some offensive stuff offered up in a class last winter might fit in.

He was living in a tent, then. Ten or more cluttered in a ravine made what passed for a safe place in this wasteland of grassgrown settlements. Disheveled  shacks, some leveled, or better yet, ransacked by hired hellions. Left as reminders; that he who transacted in man's actions, the devil, was right behind you...


What?

"Is it something I said? When did being an ignorant pathetic, weak minded and  rambling old creep become a crime?"

Chester. It was Chester. I was looking dead ahead. Seated. The confrontation with the other dumb bum was...