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A Humorous Nonesence Poem.

Author:
one-of-those

On of Those

There he goes upon his toes,
gee I think he's one of those,
here he comes back again,
now I'm sure he's one of them,

Him I see up a tree,
I know he must surely be,
one of those upon his toes,
one of them, back again.

Back on the ground,
boy that guy gets around,
there he is, in the sun,
now I know; he is one.

Why he goes upon his toes,
I think, no one really knows,
maybe he wants to be,
someone no one can see.


With thanks to David Shortas.

About the Author

I was born in Melbourne Australia on March 4th, 1957. My mother worked in a pie van at Victoria market. My father drank. My brother, sister and I used to take time off school, go to the museum, botanical gardens or sneak into the zoo. When I was 9 we moved to a country town not far from the city. I enjoyed roaming around the paddocks. I didn't do well at school, my lack of concentration made studying difficult, I dropped out to pursue a career in retail. I managed an aquarium successfully. In 1985 I was diagnosed with schizophrenia, later with paranoid schizophrenia, with this came heavy cannabis use. I was in and out of hospitals for a long time. New medications have made me stable, I haven't been hospitalized since 2000. Psychosis radicalized my thinking, I realized I could make something out of the darkness. That was the beginning of my paranormal journey.

© 2018 JAMES