Instant Poem, add waterPoems are, according to her lean, tight, annorexic. reduced, but not reductive. stories in a corset or straight jacket that we tighten oh lord, do we tighten until the structure ribs cracking and shattering into the organs, breaks, and all of the shitty and bloody words are forced out of the ass and mouth Respectively until the poem is a concentrated undiluted morsal of meaning like a gumdrop.Instant Poem, add water
my poems just grow like piles of pianos til their folds doubling and redouble choke their little
like seagulls into the seathere is in me a propensity to fail i was born with it or made it myself out of the clay of indecision I have the nasty habit of falling back of striking at the people who deserve it too late or in fantasies or by giving them their way because their way is easier than making my own way taking their weights is simpler by far than being freelike seagulls into the sea
it's a bad thing i think and i'm doing the best i can to fight it
without getting off the couch of course
I lost one freind to giving him his way we
Here we go!
Love
