Episode #25 Chapter Two Audio Reading From The ADDICT Book

The complete CHAPTER TWO  audio recording, read by Roger.CHAPTER ONE can be found in the previous pod episode #23. Chapter Two excerpt:(a poem) Mirror-Mirror Why Do You Hate Me So?Yes I see, yes Mirror I see the glass is clear yes I see…Yet Mirror, why always same-same the seeing? Storm clouds shower thy under-roof’s nestSans shelter, sans safety, sans calmA rare outing, apart thy guardian’s wingSome sunshine sprinkles atop thou’s madnessNear here, only near here my dear, fear the mere momentNo-no, oh no, no-no-no, I hear thine momma bird’s song a calling… Mirror please, I hunger hearing no moreMirror please, now cut off these earsMirror please, I seek seeing no moreMirror please, forever fog thy darknessPlease Mirror please now forever blind these eyes.Some Nests No HomeOnce collected from Detroit, still occupying our first Baltimore area Hillsdale Road haunted home, after a while the bat-shit-crazy mother bird then nothing but gone from our family forever-n-ever institutionalized…bye-bye mommy, father bird removed his wedding ring for finality and we fled that damn monster house. Veritably, BigBird did what he believed right, both protecting us from our mother’s insanity, while himself adjusting course to attend night school for another five years. The resulting edginess flooding my father seemed unbearable, even to me as a young ignorant seventh-year child. He was by far away more than home, and even when around, BigBird yelled into my perceived ears more than he spoke. The wobbliness followed wherever I went, me invariantly unsteady within my own shoes.Though a shaky roof teetered overhead, I felt relegated apart from any shelter, and far-far from whatsoever warmth or support. Maybe I was just being weak, a wimp, a little fucking biddy crybaby bird, IDK. With the familiar sheets of bitchboy downgrading rain pelting me, finding nowhere secured nor space zoned calm, I fled, I ran. I ran fear filled and resentfulI ran then fell then ran til lost, castaway adrift and underbelly exposed I saw, I saw only slightly…I saw only darkened skiesDarkened skies, darkened skies as the bare warm noontime sun shone Not running to get un-lostNot fueled by hopeNot desperate to find Nor frantic to be foundAgain fleeing the frightsAgain eluding the yellingAgain pissed off mad I was, atmospherically disregardedAgain, again this catastrophic unsteadinessI relied on nothing, I turned to no one but mine some the paltry resource crumbsI sought shelter, I coveted comfort, yet still running, yet still lost I then froze, I then froze and I hardened, I hardened cold like stoneI hardened cold like stone, immediately then the chipping away beganMy self-belief fractured, factually crumbled, my-self succumbed to nothingnessUnbothered the nothingness, unbothered the skip-over, worthless even the botherWorthless the breath, worthless the existence, this slur worthless the worry Worthless…worthless to a lesser degree than even muddied parking lot gravel.   Look for my books on Amazon.1. My memoir LIES BETWEEN US2. The addict book "DADDY, WHY WERE YOU A DRUG ADDICT?" By Roger Ray BirdThe word "addict" is horribly stigmatized, therefore the book will likely not initially show up in your search. Query for the  full name Roger Ray Bird, or search for the addict book by its ISBN number: 979-8218286651Roger's complete social directory can be found at Solo.to / RogerRayBird