I am not a poet.
I have, however, been prone to getting drunk and believing that every thought that came into my mind was worthy of being recorded into little black notebooks. I used to think this was good enough. I used to believe this was half the battle. Turns out one’s not really got a damn thing to do with the other. A bottle won’t buy you a damn slingshot, let alone a spear, let alone a goddamn thermal-lensed, GPS-guided, remote control flying machine, or whatever those murder monsters are using these days.
All this is to say, I was going through some old notebooks the other day and found some embarrassing poems that are periodically going up behind the paywall because I deserve some shame for my transgressions.
If you want to read some true poets on here doing truly dope stuff, go readGarbage Notes,
, , , , and (fuck I know I am forgetting someone. ALSO PLEASE LET ME KNOW YOUR FAVORITES)Hello, world.