new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Not bad. I mean, it is bad. I mean...aw, you know what I mean.
P.S. The word verification for my comment was “sestmal.” How about that.
wicked algorithmic alchemy!
The codes know more about us than we ourselves know. They think we are the virus. Only a deviant would dare deviate. Word verifications are the bad poetry of the future that wasn't... still probably superior, however, to the bad poetry of the present that isn't. Or is. All around us. And closing in.