Poets are full of shit, and I'm one of 'em.
: went to poetry reading of Rette Maddox (Born, Montgomery, AL, 1944, D, 15y ago) with Alyson, my friend, and joy, at The Bakery off dauphin Street.
:Brian, Darren's brother, is being wed tomorrow night.
I'm tired, unhealthilized by ciggarettes, stink of something, hungry, must write, and am broken.
Peace is found in 58,..? thousand ways. By peacecore, or emphedomine