Affected

Cumberland Gap...who am I kidding.

     He trailered his madness on an old hay wagon and traded a Padre two pigs and four chickens for an old paint to pull it proper. He set off on a pencil sketch of a day to try and find a poultice to take the sting out of his rope burn existence and to look for a woman with lithe fingers and patchy hair who would appreciate his wit.

     On a trail through the Cumberland Gap, he came upon a spring and drank heavily from a cup made from the skin of a Cork Bark Fir. His madness oozed from beneath the tarp and crept up behind him as he stared at his reflection in the water. It spoke to him of wasted energy and lost souls and a need to stay put. The path to happiness was fraught with tigers. He looked and listened and gave his journey nary another thought, content in his role of the universal fool unspooling.

Author's Note

Madness....

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Your such an explorer Cee bringing us to the "out there" of the "in here"...I think all madmen look for a place to settle with some acceptance of who they are and where they have been in the world...its a drive..

[sette]

i like the impression of a laid back lifestyle in the woods and the need for survival

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Madness...or brilliance...Master-Class writing my friend. Impressionism in writing. The language is ripe and colloquial. Every line and image is real and dust-choked and speaks of de-evolving desperation. Every word is bowing low and praying for mercy. A human touch. A little tenderness. A little salvation. Magnificent and mesmerizing. Crowley, you are the real thing.

[Crowley]

You gotta stop....lol. You make my head too big to fit through the door. Thank you so much!!

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

It is a joy to read your work! :))