Check out my musical ensembles "Lethe" and "Samothrace." Also, I played bass in the now defunct "This Building is Cursed."
Poets...cause the rest of'em are prose.
I got me a hankerin' for wankerin' guitars.
are awesome
"Because you asked about the line between prose and poetry"
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white and slow.
There came a moment that you couldn't tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
-Howard Nemerov
green chili's and long underwear...both on the assumption they're armed with onion and garlic.