I’m out of luck, and free of care, cuz I aint got no clean underwear.
It's hard hearing about past presidents; the news checks up on them every now and again they knock plaintively on their old door and some face answers "Jimmy had a fall today but tomorrow he'll be fine to play" or "George is feeling a bit under the weather, he'll cheer up soon, we know he'll … Continue reading Can the President Come Outside and Play?
Intermezzo sunshine, never skimpin' on the fun times. Walls white, clean like an Apple Store, and everybody folds in place like the wings of a paper crane and everybody logs-in to this multiplayer game. Pearly eyed poets and wrinkly fingered writers, rambling, peanut butter and jamming to soft indie rock, feet tapping, pens snapping a … Continue reading “Intermezzo Summer: Observations of an Absurd Writer’s Group” a poem