My Original Poetry

This Stuff Just Pops Into My Head

When things are perfect, there is no poetry. When life gets interesting, world-views are threatened, assumptions brought into questions… well, there is poetry. I wouldn’t quite call it a fugue state, but neither would I say I deliberately write this stuff. Happily, my post-poetry realizations usually confirm that my initial gut reactions to a situation were correct. There really are a lot of dip-shits in this world who don’t have your best interests at heart and would lead you down the wrong road if you don’t have your wits about you. To them, I dedicate much of this poetry.