Thresholds & Corners

To write long hours
occupation, occipital lobe devoured
our state of mind, sour lime..life slow like
south of mason Dixon line...

I'm a different kind..
VillaiN, quite a marvel
across boundaries, thresholds and in corners
living on the bluest marble
listen to Buddhist participle
born again..quite..indeed

you only live once
so they say, and so we feed
still bite hands that bleed
still forget how to ride bikes on eves of celebration
your bank isnt FDIC insured, so it worth the savings?
this goes out to all my homo sapiens
hope this poem finds you all safe and in good stasis
you know this Villain sanctioned...