six word poem (7/31/11)
Things will
get easier, right?
Right?
Things will
get easier, right?
Right?
I don’t
need you…
Publish me!
Doing a reading
, whoring myself out.
They just keep
pushing and pushing.
A sad day
for baseball fans.
Writing
, drinking mead
, and smoking cigars.
Something in me was sleeping
, barely.
Writing like hell
, living like mad.