Jackson

'Jackson with his poison needle pointing it out to heaven's claw, scrapping around with dimensions too numerous & vast to fit thereon the whiteboard of his sorrows.' Who is this Jackson guy? Jackson with a waitress - a lucky day full of unknown future intimidations. Jackson a disabled member of the bourgeoisie, constitutionally unable to sustain the pretence. Middle class essentials taunt but release him. A father who self harms? Does music sooth his troubled soul? Or is he as lost as the places so long forgotten they have lost their nametags. As everything approaches darkness, he trades in lonely undescribed habits. Was there a wife? Were there children? He's left them somewhere else. Best of all now he keels over. He's the could-have-been or should-have-been but glad he wasn't. Joker, ghost, threat, after-image. 'Jackson could be calling out to you or he could be weaving a subtle magic.'