Lost Boy.

A troubador... A minstrel...

A dirty tramp with a daydream and a guitar.

A gypsy... A soldier

a stupid kid that thought too much about everything 

and cared bout nuthn at all.

Lost and found and lost again

Buddha Jesus and the Devil and Me

Entities created by gyrations of energy 

spiralling endlessly on the edge of infinity and oblivion

Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu

...at the same time.

Tulsa

its not so much a town as it is some kind of governmental phsycological experiment... a cesspool of mental illness...a hollow void under a veneer of concrete, asphalt, steel and glass...a sprawling tapestry of corporate swag, ticky-tacky, condos and churches...with a wing-nut on ever corner holdn it down.