Thursday, May 4, 2017

Real Men Write Poetry

Nazis and ghosts and ex-wives are showing up in my dreams. During daylight hours I seem to have hit a smooth patch. It's starting to seem that maybe I'll finish the race without much drama.

REM time? That's a different story. Night after night it has become quite the show around here. My rock'n'roll soundtrack is full of feedback. Where does this stuff come from? I don't have the imagination.

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