OBSERVATION DU JOUR
One of my projects elicited a request for an interview from the Main Stream. Was willing, but then had to pass as the questions required me to speak on behalf of poets, as if any one poet could represent all poets. Such a decision, of course, just accelerated my already fast descent into obscurity.
Poor poems, the Chatty One softly patted her poems, You just have to make it all out there on your own...
...and some of you are really bad, aren't you!
The bad poems (with their sooty faces instead of clean lines) look up at Mom and snort, Are you going all Les Mis on us?
Labels: What I Do To Amuse Moiself