Sep 1, 2014
In Review
Holding the illiterate compendium of his life’s free verse to review Furious lines begin to race through days and weeks clipping, cutting and affixing a Monday to a Thursday, The intermediate days a mess of broken words. Pale allusions replacing true descriptions, metaphors aiding otherwise indigestible tripe. Lies born of instinct beginning to show as a thematic device. Very unfinished. In need of a rewrite.