i wish i could write.

stories,i mean.
short ones.
stuff you might buy,read,and throw away,
while waiting for a train,boat or plane.

but it's the "fleshing out".
i never could do "smalltalk".
i can't dress an opinion up.
"put meat onto the bones",
so to speak.

i mean,
my sig for instance.
i just added to it.
and what a book-title THAT would make.

but only in MY mind.

having said that,
if i was able to convey,illustrate,communicate,
what goes on in my head,
my clothes really WOULD "do up at the back"

at times,
i really am able,
to envisage myself wrything in an overall that does up at the back,
arms forcibly folded,
and under the "chemical cosh",
"it's time for your medication mr.ster.
NO!
NO!
NO!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
AH!
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

what?