lil ditty I penned after I got put into a nutcase hospital. Thank you, Cape Fear Valley. Fuck you, Roger. Here's how I FELT, and notice that was past-tense:

 Wraparound.

Brenda Nikkole Reid.

Wraparound beard shifting my focus, from self pity, to a jawline, strong...eyes focused, neck I shouldn't have kissed so early on. But, girl--burly on & soldier forth,

for a soldier is only measured by the fighting's worth. I'd waste a few days in clocking the miles. That half-run disguised as a casual stroll.Your bait, I nibbled--soldier marches & giggles Referenced future children...I lost all control.

 Put the morse hints on hold. As men, you're reared to be loved, boisterous & direct. Respect is to be earned; mine's often been revoked.That jugular vein driving me insane beneath a surface I, at times, could've choked. Rug pulled beneath me RED..like those of flying fantasy & leading to fame...

 ...infamy, dignity--what's in a mane? I've been through worse, and honestlynever felt better. Letter by letter I question whatever this is insanity's beginnings or adulthood's prolonged birth......

(the rest is in a hard copy on me in wallet)