My imagination needs stretching.
Imagination does not breed insanity. Exactly what does breed insanity is reason. Poets do not go mad … mathematicians go mad.
– G.K. Chesterton
En Vogue at the State Fair. Holy shit.
It’s not only
I’m looking after when I hope to
say something I maybe
shouldn’t even think,
unseen request slips by.
The more I consider my near future, the more it looks like I’ll be turning into a hermit. I just need one of the shells the cool crabs wear.
Mired in mixed-media motivations making a mockery of memories and masterminding man-made mayhem, middling memoirist’s meddlesome melodramas.
Does Amazon sell an IV needle adapter for fountain pens? Asking for a poet friend.