The Triumphant Fuckaround

Yeah baby, I’m back, well hiatused and soaking in the depths of my own blog-planning juices.

Its Spring, new everything is trumpeting and I’ve saved the trump card, best for last (or now).


“This Blog will now display spontaneous street poetry punched out on typewriter while strangers waggling dollar bills hover like friendly helicopters.” -The Doc

Today my first poem was for a random passerby who asked if poetry was my forte. I told her I’ve got lots of fortes, and some pianos too.

Next I wrote for a friend of a friend. She wanted a poem about cigarette butts.

Then Jesse asked for a poem about a man who turns into a wall.

And finally, Patrick (and lady friend) got a poem about relaxation.

All for today loves. Look for me on the streets of Ann Arbor on warm sunny days!


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