Charles Wright. Poet laureate. Confession time: Had not read him. So some ordering was in order today.
Confession time: the way the Fairy Tale and Science Fiction class is organized is so stupid I may bag on it. I just need some background to process and write.
Confession time: why post at all? -- because, finally, after the 365 Poems Project, after Modpo and the examination of failure, thinking about sitting in the semi-dark, Sam Smith in the earbuds, glowing screen, familiar keys, glass of white -- feels like home, and where I want to be, even for a minute.
Secret's out, huh?
Not sure where St. Pancras Church is. But I could find St. Pancras Station. At 5 a.m. In a cab. And we did.
/ But why the hell / Why do you think I come 'round here on my free will? / Wasting all my precious time / Oh, the truth spills out / Ooo oh I've / I've told you now