SAD EXISTENCE OF JUNKYARD TREASURE

Conceived, as other unwanted babes, from the unification of horny Christians

and  very dark Clowns, he was tossed into the clearance section as soon

as his flesh kissed air.

Whomever bought him smelled the stink

of his inferiority, resold at a discount. Not good enough for consignment; too human to be hidden within a mound of excreta.

Chained to the mantle with other Knick-knacks of abomination, he

dreamt of fresh air. Stuffed in his ears: sunny day threnodies ,

children's laughter, holiday parades stuck on

Shuffle and Repeat. Shuffle and Repeat. Shuffle..

A list of

unrealized desires thumb tacked to a water stained bulletin board,

right next to some ragged, pink thing taped to the cork.

Whispered rumors say it's his heart...

.. alongside the cruel promulgations that it's actually a

Nothing to be concerned about. I suspect that

when he finally succumbs to the cancer of solitude, the gavel will drop at six figures..

his tender potential masticated 'tween the plastic chompers of a hollow eyed dandy

impressing his dirty little friends with his bon gout. 
 
 
 
 

Ramsy, a.k.a. Ramona Adams, lives in Des Plaines,Il. After sifting through her varied collection of work accumulated for twenty years, she's planning on arranging a chapbook for  next year. She shares her life with her dentist husband Paul, spends hours reminiscing with her 18 year old Devin and plans to spin fantastic tales for her 10 month old Danny.