living in the state of ever becoming...
An insensitive clod pinned in a half-Nelson, a round hole in a square- pegged world.
Not unlike the pen of Robert Burns or the horn of Uncle Willie, i'm pedaling solo
not
jockeying a philly.
Before we move on...a toast... nostrovia, salud', broast
Raise your glass and tip a long cold yard
now
i'll wax poetic, i'll attempt to be the bard
what ensues is my calling card...
FROM THE SPIRITUAL
TO THE SATIRICAL
FROM THE RIDICULOUS
TO THE SUBLIME
THIS
LITTLE BLOG
ESPOUSES
SOME
SURREAL
TRUTHS
OF
MINE
DEDICATED TO ;
ee cummings
THANX FOR CHANGING
THE RULES
OF
FORM
&
STRUCTURE
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