A Poem about Mid Life Crisis.

She

She's six foot tall,
hangs out at the mall,
she's only nineteen,
which is plainly seen.

If only I could talk to her,
but she would call me sir,
I couldn't be so bold,
if only I weren't so old.

I see her from my table,
her legs go up to her navel,
if I could gain her heart,
we would never part.

About the Author

II 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