was a small zine put together by a guy named Pat which featured my poems Martyr and Weathermen, and Poetry Motel a poetry mag that supposedly published a particularly poor poem of mine about making out in the back seat of a car (I never forked over the few bucks for a copy), but I cannot find any links to either on the internet, so yeah...I am an expert at losing track of time.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
A Mid-February Sky Dance
This blog will be one of those oh so official and probably public ones you link your silly writing to for self-promotional purposes. Boring Sidney, Boring. Named after a poem written by another.
"A Mid-February Sky Dance"
Dance toward me, please, as
if you were a star
with light-years piled
on top of your hair,
smiling,
and I will dance toward you
as if I were darkness
with bats piled like a hat
on top of my head.
Richard Brautigan
"A Mid-February Sky Dance"
Dance toward me, please, as
if you were a star
with light-years piled
on top of your hair,
smiling,
and I will dance toward you
as if I were darkness
with bats piled like a hat
on top of my head.
Richard Brautigan
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