Either the crazy never begins
or the crazy never ends
or the crazy never ends
Irascible writers are blown by the
winds to their place, screaming or quiet
In life, as in marriage or writing or working or drinking or making love or sweating out a hangover
Desperate regret births fear
And so, safely in the waiting room, under the buzzing lights
we will read a magazine, toss it aside
pace and curse and commiserate with others
but
we will never leave that room
we will read a magazine, toss it aside
pace and curse and commiserate with others
but
we will never leave that room
Pluff mud poetry 