How To Be Lazy Writing About Poetics
This blog has become steadily more opaque. Which has been become its format. Which is me trying to articulate myself then essentially musing on some idea of what is essentially dicking around.
If dicking around brings up the rear, it takes on whole other connotations. It could become ego-trippin. But if I ego trip for awhile I seem to invariably end up out of my depth.
Standing tall on the wings of my dreams. Slouching under poetry's wing, which smells like curry and old spice.
TO BE CONTINUED