At 19 the world was so vibrant and rich And now at 25 – ah why give a damn? The tarnish is best sort of stout a remedy rich with sorrow you chug-belly you gave
Entitle a first collection “A mother’s broad ruin, limey tap water.” Make explicit your intention – you are a relaxing gut – in fact all first published poets are
A belly-full of flirting – and looking back posts are knocked into the ground at equal distances and look at me leaning back against one of them – smiling and referring back
"Always with the look of the moon deflated in luminescence – as if it had been told that street-lights were the new swinging thing by which lovers lay heads and dreamt."