Thursday, June 30, 2011

Man.

Man. To read some of my poetry? Wow.

You'd think I was pretty fucked up.

I mean, don't get me wrong! I love those poems.

I'm always fucked where poetry goes, because so many people

put poetry forward one way only: into a dark teak
cushioned box with kneelers, and a miniature
pew: a confessional. But fuck that!

I was born Catholic.

Why do I need?


Poem-wise,


I'd be a novelist.

and of course that means
it's all true.

Straight from the Marketing Department.

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