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So, once again I have totally neglected my blog in favor of good times. The desperately frantic pace of life is my only excuse. I have much to tell, but tonight is already getting on in years, so I will make due with a humble offering until next we meet. First of all, you absolutely must check this out. Second, you must read my new poem.

CRAZY BEASTS

We sit around and smoke and drink whatever
pretending we're not writing
forgetting we're too good for this shit
wishing that we were the norm
wishing that we were stirring the pot
that we're wading in
'Born into this,'
Bukowski said
stewing in juices
richer than blood
and while I'm too humble
to think I'm that good
I want to know you
for more than this -
this.
so we sit around smoking and drinking
whatever
because I want you to be
more than a footnote
to my sad story
of forgetfulness
and ignorant writerly bliss
for surely we are masters of illusions
and so, truly we are crazy beasts
with paths of logic
as divergent and multiplicitous
as lines on the palm of a weathered hand
and someday, they will say of me,
'After all the bile was spent,
she was just glad to have them all near her
She wasn't picky about her friends.
Never was and never would be.'