Half-brained ideas followed by
Half-baked delusions of
A half-time resident in this halfway house I’m living in
half the distance between Einstein and oblivion.
Infected at birth with incurable wanderlust
forever looking for the next best thing.
Innoculated by experience with total distrust
of people always holding the illusive brass ring.
Half truths. Half lies.
for their coercion —
for my collusion —
in a game with half-written rules
that only apply to half the world
half the time.
as total war commences.
Only ever ready for the call of Piper’s Fife.
A full-time player
In a damned half-life.