The Post-Apocalyptic Poet

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were;
I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can’t remember a word that you were saying.
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that’s in between insane and insecure.

—Jesus of Suburbia - Green Day

Norma Jeane Baker aka young Marilyn Monroe

Norma Jeane Baker aka young Marilyn Monroe

The times…