'stick with what you know,'
goes the advice of the mole.
orange light roaming around
a black hole. no escape
from the inevitable. (like the
couplets I trape about the verse.)
oftentime it’s hard to tell which
is worse: masturbation on the page,
boring line after boring line; or some
unhealthy rage bubbling up
beneath the soul.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
Tell him Coral has finally gone sour and the Pin is as crooked as we all thought,” fryed Balkey and eyed the straight and tall, the...