this afternoon, a bicycle messenger arrived at my “office” to deliver a letter from an unnamed source that could either spell catastrophe or liberation. or perhaps it spells both.
i read it over and over and over again, but before i could ask any questions, the messenger was gone.
so now i wait. i’m not even certain how to buy a lottery ticket. and i just realized i had neglected to give the messenger a proper tip.
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About The Lost Pedestrian
In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me).
My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
i read it over and over and over again, but before i could ask any questions, the messenger was gone.
The Lost Pedestrian 
I have only bought two lottery tickets in my whole life. You guessed it…I won one free ticket. Traded it in for another ticket and won a $100.00. That’s when I said to myself…nope, not taking a chance on losing my $100.00. Have a great night my friend 🙂
i hope that the $100 was well spent on doing something to support your great poetry. it’s so refreshing to have a “follower” who is an actual human. I seem to be attracting a lot of spam followers… the kind of followers you would not want to see following you around. so thank you again!
I know that feeling too. Thank you 🙂