No shitz sherlock

[Diana Moon Glampers]

When she was a beautiful kid of 14, she had such an older sister jaded tolerant attitude toward her younger sister's Naiveté. When the little one would have a profound insight, as if a piece of her budding nervous system got synapped into maturity. When the little one had her aha moments, Deb would say to her "no shit sherlock."
So now over thirty years since I last saw you, I call out your name.
As if you were still alive.

I passed through Santa Barbara a lot, I always thought of calling you. One day I did. Your room mate said you were in Virginia looking for me.

And when I got home, jitterbug told me you had been there asking about me.

Fate put you on that fatal mountain pass.
All I got are but, but, buts
If I had not come into your mother's life like a karmic shit storm
You woulcoud maybe had a happier longer life.

Yep Nietzsche is right
no redemption

And
Kerouac believed that he could redeem himself through his novels.

[~K]

I always thought
redemption was a given

30 years from anything

we are like clocks struck dumb
a harsh and bitter chord that
sends it's ripple down
tomorrow's spine

we are like her friends
a portrait of enchanted
intentions

past like rivers
hold forever
spellbound

[stilltrucking]

I gain from your poetic insight

I was attached to my bitter chords of anger and fear
struck dumb

I hear a mourning dove calling
It is spring here I think

[jackofnightmares]

little sisters
thank heaven for them