2010 March:

2009 September:

2009 July:

2009 May:

2009 February:

2009 January:

wait wait wait...waiting
wait wait wait...waiting
wait late gate hate mate
sate bait slate trait freight
tate grate ate eight

Why do I rhyme?
All the time,
With a lime!

Where's the sense?
Am I so dense,
To build suspense?

There is no sense to fight against
If you live outside the rules
They say to me, this is no poem
This is prose, rambling madness
So strict they are with rythm
And tempo
Line and stanza, paragraph and point
And timing! Forget not timing

When they shout obey
I shout Ginsberg
When they shout order!
I shout Cassidy
When they shout sense
I shout Burroughs....
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Who REALLY LOVED kids, if you catch my drift...