I lived, I wrote about it, the writing took over.
A life on paper. Well, at least I left a record.
I had fun doing it. The Buzzard Cult enjoyed it.
Orthodoxy is an obstacle the eccentric must pass.
A hurdle. Can you get past the gatekeeper?
Some folks call it genius. Some say it doesn’t make
a dab of sense. Wouldn’t hit a lick at a snake.
Had other priorities. Danced to his own drummer.
He wasn’t lazy he was self-motivated.
He didn’t have a restless urge to write
he had the passion of his convictions.
The work came of its own inner necessity.
How can one take credit for it?
It’s humbling.
I stand as a witness.
A witness to/survivor testimony.
I think this is what happened.
I think I remember.