Colder. Better writing. More bonhomous than usual. Must be the espresso. Repelling all sour vibe in stride. Thinking […]
Author: mikemadigan
Water kissing shell. Think– Coffee. All the writer can think about. Free, no poetry prison. But I’d rather […]
Only 54 minutes left in poetry prison. Deciding if I want to leave or not. In glass, ’07 […]
Tremors in the nimbus, I don’t run– Lessons held, I’m sure I will B shunned. Ever to beach, […]
Pictures, of Little Kerouac, back in hands mine. Now, able to write freely, well as live. Time left […]