Plight of the Poet

i wondered if you had the time of day it wouldn’t suit you if i did and so one swears that, after all of this un-going, this is where it...

Where then have all the beleaguered thoughts disappeared? They tarry into yesteryear. What state of such recompose has lingered in that...

"Pontificatorily (stage 1)" how do you say to say? how doesn’t one forget to rhyme? i’m not wearing any clothes today, am i? it wouldn’t...