Well…like all the other recent women who’ve stopped in on Pack’s Ru’s really peculiar path to measure him up and take a tea spoon of his oddly attractive foolishness, I’ve been found to be lacking and wanting in normalcy and coherency again… yup, I guess lol… so alone I still stand…yeah… not a surprise, but remember this my lonely but very picky female friends, because it’s my unalterable way with women thus far… the world neither began nor ended when u came or when u left… Only once in my life was that way of mine ever broken and I’ve long since learned. Obsession and desperation only plagues those People who have neither a true sense of self or destiny. I believe i have both. So my lady… Pack jumps back on his old trusty black Arabian steed and Slowly heads back down the same lonely and dusty road u saw him arrive on… kicking up red dust and whistling something sadly beautiful as he rides away just a memory in that silly 1000 selfie-taking, music video-world, fb diva head of urs… adios!

Published by Pack Redfeather

I am a walking contradiction of traditions some say. An African American and Native American Muslim poet with a personal life history as violently turbulent as a Storm. A visionary from the bottom of life’s social barrel striving to share the hope found in the light of faith through sometimes dark but real poetry. I’m a former member of the Bloods street gang, former serial bank robber, and both federal/state prison convict. I live on my mother’s tribal reservation of the Leech Lake band of Ojibwe in Minnesota.

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