Plight of the Poet

The poet is a procrastinator. He goes out of his way to find other things to put his mind to. The poet knows everything else he does...

Teddy found something in himself it would have been impossible not to find. It is as though what he became, what he would become, was...

The days, as of late, have been filling up more—all the while these words beckoning to me, tugging at my arm, begging me to pursue. Teddy...

It’s been several days since a useful thought has come to me. More of the same old shit spewing from my brain. Sigh, fetter, waste. This...