Influenza in his guts and mouth,
Shotgun memories tying up his brain,
He found himself sort of heroic.
A holy martyr of the unsung,
Patron saint of the back alley,
Reincarnated long-lost venerated ancestor-god
Hidden deep in the black box
Of his mid-life crash was
A record of his unlikely annointment.
***I finally got my husband to write a Six Word Friday / Friday Flash 55 for this blog! I am honored to host the gifted songwriter/poet/musician PC Munoz.
******And birthday wishes to G-Man, Mr. Knowitall, the hilarious and gracious host of Friday Flash 55. Happy Friday, all!