I was just outside smoking a smoke, reading this poem, and I swear I heard whispering. I put down the book, put out the smoke and beat my chest like a gorilla.
Day: February 24, 2014
SO I GOT HOME (Feb Draft Pages)
What I did was I checked my email and my old friend who is an old kind of hippie artist and a guy who introduced me to an actual beat poet one time when I was in the D, well this friend said that I was, "BEING OLD MAN RIVER WITH A STICK UP HIS… Continue reading SO I GOT HOME (Feb Draft Pages)
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