My Cardboard Balcony

(Looks to the left and sees controversy over Russian interference in the 2016 presidential election) (Looks to the right and sees more awful shenanigans from the presidential transition team) (Looks up and down and sees an inundation of holiday cheer) So I've been writing pieces meant to be spoken word. Wanna see an example? There's more where that came from! *** Mark of the Covenant by Belinda Roddie I’ve learned it’s detrimental to be sentimental these days I’m shaking off a lingering cough and fighting this malaise That gazes on me like my own mother disappointed She expected me to be a saint, holy and anointed Disjointed, I want to find a doctrine to hold onto Hoping for a creed and a belief I can respond to I’m desperate for respiration from the Lord Almighty But there’s no way I can do this rightly ‘Cause I’m a symbol of the covenant – that’s right, pinks and blues, purples and all sorts of fabulous hues I am the rainbow tattooed on your aching rig...

Greed Is Mmm, Mmm, Good by Belinda Roddie I'm a businessman. I eat twenty dollar bills for breakfast.

I first met my imaginary friend by a rickety wooden bridge right next to my old high school campus. No, I was not one of the children, frolicking around with a companion that no one could see. No, I was a sad and lonely twenty-something whose had a daydreaming complex so vast that reality seemed boring by comparison. My imaginary friend was quite the charmer. Her name was Genevieve, and she wore a form-fitting suit with a red evening jacket.