tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749975904139779540.post8911862676326637217..comments2023-10-29T07:20:46.684-07:00Comments on a poem every day (or something close to that): Lost clusterfuck of poemsWryly Tenderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15279704554557566966noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749975904139779540.post-29063583217376590112011-03-09T05:43:41.147-08:002011-03-09T05:43:41.147-08:00Pretty Brilliant! These poems are positively charg...Pretty Brilliant! These poems are positively charged with enough zap to take me into a heart-beat. Need this now, this drive to LA and all the analogies to anatomy's fulcrum place; re: formulation. As the economy driven to secure the those inclined to langour and succour so deeply too. That did drive and dive deeper into those parts per million of "U" defragmentaton; our-selves conjoin soul there. There to find the article of the absolute now devoid of news and the visceral churning and without much or any hazard all those called to be or are substitutes teachers. All that which makes up our beds the very same way every day routine of experience left open to fall out this gut-feeling. Now the whole rebirthing in process. Which does returns favour to all those seeking long lost skinny on the dead yet partially lively infrastructures of tone deep set eyes always welcome to spin.chiccorealhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16902834462795623856noreply@blogger.com