Perdition

If you came here for the easy rhyme or the kinder word or to make flowers in the rain..although that last one's okay, but if you came to the cafe with a mind uninvested and a will well restrained, or into the poetry of mind that isn't "killing" you on some dark and deep cellular level, and if you don't scream it out from some praise in every meaningless line, and in almost every lovely madness that you will you see or feel, well then I refer you to Mr. Cobain: and not that I own the rights or have the candle in the window, BUT this was "my" only path and misery into the eye that stride toward some holy feast I now know to be the form from art and into poetry from all of those things that have come into this worthy hour and glorious beast to pound away strike its deed from some lost and lonely way out. Well, then I refer you to our Mr. Cobain:
Two pence from the soul of a clown. Carry on~

PS: AND if you can find, or do something about the plaque of ads and autocracy of this sudden despotism, could you please let us know because it's slowly killing us all !!




80 Today...Whoa~