I always admired the rather unique typography
that fixed your name to the covers of your book of Poetry:
like the Master's Mark in the four degree
of the ancient York rite of Freemasonry,
mine is a bolster to my identity
against this world's prejudiced perfidy.
This form clears away the clouds of precipitation
and restores the sun's and stars' light of inspiration.
J-Called
[*/+/^]
Just because I'm drunk
Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I can't comment
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues
I agree.
I agree.
Starward