You're poetry should come with a frigging warning sign....something like, "No skin, no s**t, no service". You are such an endless chamber of curiosities, mister....I end up feeling a bit like a concerned mum after I read your "unique" contributions.....as in, "Oh geez...honey, are you sure everything's okay? You know how I worry." :) However, as I've mentioned before, somehow you convey these ideas in fascinating, albeit disturbing, meaty prose. Pretty effing cool...Happy birthday if it is indeed your's. If not, let them eat cake...with worm guts and rat urine in it.....:)
you definitely have "way" frank. it's not a 'way' that goes down easy mostly as your affinity for showcasing the repulsive and indelicate of this life tends to curl my upper lip. but somewhere there mostly seems to be a kernel of creative thought involved in your musings that offer a modicum of redemption. i like bookworm's comments -- she got it right on.
so happy birthday to you. and may you find used and crusty tissues in the most surprising places. ;)
There is a greater depth to this, something about the circle of life I think. Considering that we live in a dog-eat-dog world, this is an awesome tribute to that world.
every thousand years aliens in space craft restart the human genetic code like opening a majic experimental door, we are the mice running around in that maze... let me tell you mister...or something like that.
there's a lesson in every pressure on the psyche you so intricately create through spoken word nuances bled until the wound is clean~ three blind mice~quartered thrice~
something about your shortened line structure makes me feel like a more accomplished reader. It aids in the flow of your work, which presents these larger abstract concepts. In short, reading your pieces is like some one correctly explaining string theory using the same six words Suess used to write Cat in the hat.
Very much appreciate what your doing, keep on keepin on