things happened last night, i don’t know where to begin partly because of the outrageous events that occurred and partly since i can’t keep my thoughts straight
boy, i could go for some pancakes and tea and a moving monologue of redemption. actually, no pancakes, just the other stuff.
to be honest, i’m not feeling so well. dizzy, you know? i mean, the sun is up and shining but i just can’t shake the feeling that the night’s not over.
my fourth (!) chapbook is coming together steadily. looking back at my work, i've noticed a trend towards conventional poem structure, but there's part of me that wants to get back to prose. it's that never ending itch to do things differently, i tell ya.