The Jingle Jangle of the Smelly Guy on the Corner Begging for Your Spare Change

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Your life and decision making abilities become limited while living on trial. Under a constant million eyes analyzing, making notes, keeping track of every itch and scratch a person has, etc. No wonder some people in the system are so damn angry and rude. If we as a society treat people this way our fate is already sealed. There can be no growth without hope. The best I can see to hope for is a sudden end out of left field, out of the blue, blam. Now it’s been almost two years since my arrest, I’ve managed to stay out of trouble, but that will not be taken into consideration. I had no grey hairs before this shit began.

Newest Ebook release cover.

So yet again I find myself since being homeless wasting away more money at a dirty ass hotel on the outskirt of some Midwestern civilization just on the other, colder side of Hell. It was getting too cold my old skinny ass to tolerate and I found myself down with the sickness so I had few options but to spend my every damned penny to get warm and have running water…oh and heat, fuck yeah. I’ve sat in here playing my guitar and walking my dog, sober and still getting harassed by the fuzz. What did my dog use the wrong form when it lifted its leg to pee on the bush officer? I mean fuck me.

These are all amongst a list that includes many, many more valid reasons why I left home and never came back. But on the positive side I’ve gotten to enjoy growth, family, food and the memories of friends, either deceased, moved away or lost inside a high of one kind or another. I look at the world, not just the country, or this state, but the world and see it’s all gone to shit. Man, we were given the keys and yet again we managed to fuck it all up. It’s saddening.

The eBook version of Born Hopeless with all the Answers-Songs of a Dying Generation released without any hitch and is available only on Amazon-Kindle for the moment being. I’m not sure I feel it’s as finished as I wanted to feel it was going to be by the release deadline. But as I learned the show must go on so I let it be born very well molded and scripted but in my mind it feels like it’s missing a piece or two. My thoughts were maybe I’d find that missing piece or someone reading it would point it out. So far the feedback has been marvelous though the number of reviews is lackluster. I’ll push for more notice once I’ve settled that incomplete feeling and begin making the paperback versions.

The one thing I can say about my isolation is that it has given me time to write and conceive some more ideas for collections. My music and my art have also been rewarded with this conservative peaceful exclusion from the madness of the everyday world. In that aspect it has been perfect. I like that my mind has matured and I’m able to put more depth into my thought and choice of words. Make no mistake I write a lot of what I print in a matter of minutes and very little ever gets changed beyond the editor fixing some punctuation which if you can’t tell, I’m horrible at.

Sorry for the long absence in posting anything to my blog, been without internet and a roof and the library limits the amount of hippies in need of showers inside the building much the same they do the amount of time you can be on the computer once inside. How judgement of a society we have poisoned our well to become…. Till next time, love everyone even if you wish their mom would have swallowed. Smile and be free, trust me it’s the littlest of things that matter the most when you find yourself without them.

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James (Jim) Miller was born in the late 1970s in a rural, little, northern Indiana farm community. He grew up between Indiana, Florida and a short stint in the New York area. He attended Vincennes University (Indiana) where he majored in English-Creative Writing, Journalism and Music-Audio Recording. During his time as a student, he held an editor position for 4 semesters at the university newspaper, The Trailblazer. James is a lifelong writer, a lover of new experiences, people and travel. Currently, he is employed as an auto factory assembly worker and part-time cook in Indiana. A couple of earlier poems of his were published in The Tecumseh Review (Vincennes University) in 2000 and various anthologies between 1997 and 2000. He releases a regular poetry series "Ghost in the Reflection" every other week on Channillo.com and on April 20th, 2019, his debut solo collection "A Footnote for Tomorrow" released and remains available for purchase.
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