I've been scribbling again...
Poems in 140 characters or less...
from streets roads black stone terrace
from all the compassed points we come
drawn back to school for collection
off spring of past affairs
not without care this ritual of days -
frozen in winter - peppered by rain -
noting in passing the lines and seasons
I wanted to be a stand-up
but was scared of the booing -
so I opted for poetry
and the implicit crassness
The Blue Book