Written nearly ten years ago, strangely enough this poem surfaced within my psyche. What did I sell? Does this autobiographically-based poem provide any clues? ...Looking forward to your thoughts...

And I Just Sold All Mine

North North South North South North North Look You are in an empty house. Your parents are playing poker, your sister is at a friend's studying. Look You are in an empty house. Your parents are playing poker, your sister is at a friend's studying. East Look You are in a cornfield & yet your thoughts wander, your energies shift and time passes, passes, passes. Turmoil at the Levines, Tetris in the park. Motorcycle Madness Blunt-Stuffed rhythms with Dr. Don. DCM82, Green-Schooled Rush. Mechanical, electrical, Eroll & Yars' Revenge. Jamie Wagg & Lazer trails. Dirty Mushroom wanderings. Night tent-McKinley. Billy Joel's Greatest stolen from Leah’s horizontal root beer metal ball riser. Linux and the pseudo-Tron. Reebok, Gap, Ralph Lauren- Sticky cartridge sweaters. The sound of bricks, which can't be replicated. Food Fight's smooth diatrope of spawned ediponry (*). Commando and the octagonal joy, replete with grenades. And I just sold all mine. West. (*) From the author (me) we learn that: "ediponry" means "edible weaponry".