Days 9 and 10.

Day 9.

This is my favorite so far. The poem was originally an assignment for a writing academy. You had to pick a favorite poet and emulate the style. I chose e.e. cummings, not an easy dude to imitate. At the time I had nothing. A few weeks later, driving across the Birmingham Bridge, I was inspired. Wrote the whole thing in one swoop on a napkin, sitting in my car on Carson Street. The second quote is from the same poem!

a world of lead
is not a world of writing-
praise dead trees and rainforests, happy ink and
blood, but never this infine example of
hyperwesternization

Day 10.

hey, there's a hell 

of a good thought process next door, let's go.

Yay space!

-s.