I am so indebted to all on this site for the constant supportand inspiration I get from reading all of you...as it propels my pen invariably.Thank you..
I think I saw the Tambourine Man on Highway 61Dylan flicked his stringsholding the ashes of songtightly within his hearthe became the soul of a nation..
Tater Tots Poetrya spiffy, clean pagean inspiration leftin the sponge mindof a washed-up poetwho can't transferthought to paper except(maybe bathroom ..
Nightorgasmic words,on the edgeofexploding ontothe white sheetofthe actthe act of writingofpoetrylying afterwardin reposeI am amazedwatching the poems..