I’m still here, having a few issues with everything today. I’ve blogged a bit about eroticism, especially Prynne’s, and I reckon I’ve finally honed in on that, in my own mode, severed something within my expressions.
Go
Broke and stole,
shoot, impossible time
slung to
go.
Politics
Left over jag,
pretence.
Swerve
Lost game to love,
nil.
To be as meta as possible: what was potentially doggerel is now somewhat unconscious, and whether or not its value has changed is presumably cogent. I do not pretend to have the essence of the art, so allow me space to respawn.