there is no place
like home
no matter the red slippers got
left in Oz
i am pounding away for my right
to be in Paradise
i have been out
of my " free fly " zone
for too long now and i am mourning the loss of my creative energy
as much as i am of my night's dreamings
the hardware bar
that has opened below
this apartment
has created a living hell for me in the middle of hell's kitchen
my quality of life has been raped - no fucking joke -
and the banging away
of the noise still continues leaving me no stillness
i'm off to see the wizard
to get some peace and quiet
until the end of the year
and then we'll see
what's up
!
love you got
the blessings of glenda-da
"if the shift fits, wear it!"
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