~Colon Cleanse Junkie has some words~

I don't consider this poetry, but it sounds real cool when I read it outloud by a fire with an ale in hand. Think Jack kerouac  style.




~RED HEADED STRANGER~




Redheaded stranger. Who are you today? Tomboy, tomgirl, tomcat. Who?



I'm not always the me you know. The me you want to know.



Don't run away wounded. It scares me too.



Like I'm susposed to keep track of me.



My mood picks the day, the clothes, the thoughts.



I said what? Ha Ha! Did I offend you? Confuse you? Thrill you? Run away from you? Love you?



It's always a possibility.



Random constant energy always changing. Can't and won't make it stop.



Didn't I say I wasn't a night owl? I'm the night.



Sleep only to dream. Planetarium in my head. Got things to do.



Talk too much. Don't talk enough. Don't talk at all.



Was I to quiet to make you feel comfortable?



Shy? No, don't see it as a weakness.



Hard shell, soft center. Are we talking about me or a dessert?



Emotional loud mouth gotta know what you are thinking roller coaster.



Not responsible for any jostling on my ride.



Oh, I asked you to communicate. Poor you.



Don't cuss. Don't smoke. Don't litter. Loner, not a stoner.



Yes, I would love a glass of wine. Chug an ale? Sure, it's after 5.



Get drunk to forget punk. It happens.



Calling me extreme? Uh Huh.



Functioning in my chaos is bliss. Keep up.



Adventurous psyco weirdo.



Will do silly things if they are free.



Making sense doesn't always make sense.



Conservative Liberal if that makes sense.



Scattered life. Scattered thoughts. Scattered clothes on the floor.



Short attention span city.



Boring homebody who likes to stay home.



Need my space in outer space.



Too many people in my face.



Jump off a cliff to escape this place.



A mellow river with a canoe. Drink in hand.



Campfire over your meat market club.



Introvert. Little squirt.



Cuddle like a puddle beneath a tree.



Candle light. Scary movie to scare me into relaxation.



My couch. Not your commercial place.



Menage a trois with Samuel Adams and P.



See me on the streets. Small town circles. Coffee shop talk today.



Talking about the weather to avoid the silence? Not my forte.



I'm me. Get it, whatever it is to get.



Lucky enough to know the real me? Do you feel lucky today? Well, do you punk?



Fudgy the whale is about to set sail.