Good days

something in my mind rang different. the bells were struck by an old, almost forgotten clapper. a clapper that is as warm a memory as i am sitting here, drinking I Love Lemon tea. 

it doesn't sound quite right, but maybe thats part of the appeal. The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry. maybe its a mistake, something i will regret when i am your age, but i appreciate what i was given today. 

its an inspiration, a muse, and it makes me question that rebuttal you loved so much. and remember, everything is permissible. 

one last thing: are we all reading the same book?

"I want people to hear my poetry and vomit"

-David Lerner