May 4 by The Running Son
The walk turned out to be a pack of three. Buster, plus Babe and Angel, my Roomate Kathy’s dogs. There is a giant wash here in Joshua Tree and the dogs just went lollypops over the bed-springs and cactus and rabbits.
A horrible thought just occurred to me. After whatever happened last night–still cant understand–I have made some real humans concerned. I just forced myself back into the poems and rantings and my heart-rate shot up, but I saw enough to see that some people followed the “saga”. The thought was, that in the wake of the “catfish” craze, people may begin to wonder if a person, blogger blog– whatever this is or I am, is for real.
On the record, I’m real. Also on the record, I’m trying to find ways get beyond that virtual multimedia question mark that shadows hearts over the information waves (jesus, somebody take my prose please!)