Poets and writers drink more intensely. Smoke more intensely. Worship God more intensely. Poets and writers fuck more intensely. Poets and writers give more willingly-- spilling the alphabetical marrow of their souls out into the albino sonogram of hope that is the page, hoping some stranger whom he or she has never before met turns to his crafted syllables in time of dire need and somehow finds solace, finds laughter finds a friend.
Monday, August 11, 2014
me pushing my desk into the middle of the room, stepping on top of it like an
Olympic podium of hope and bowing my head in comedic deference and eternal
gratitude saying "O captain My captain!! " Love you Robin. Nanu