Poem

Little did I know of the exhilaration to come as I carefully readied myself over the horseshoe 

beneath which waited the modern marvel.

I was reminded of a night two score and nine dumps ago when I sat against a Giant Sequoia with the company of the stars and The Plot Against America and felt the triumph of birth and the pain of death together in a single moment.

c2k, A.D.

poem

I once flew upon the wings of an eagle

and thought to myself: this would be much faster and certainly more comfortable in a first class cabin.

But alas it was too late, 

I was stuck upon that godforsaken eagle, and I couldn't tell that dumb fucking animal how to get a motherfucker to Milwaukee so I can pick up a warm Journal Sentinel and figure out what the fuck is going on in this goddamn world.

(ctk, A.D.)

thanks

I received the Strunk and White writing guide in the mail today. I mention that because I didn't order it. So if you ordered it for me, and you're reading this... thanks.

As a reward, here's another poem:

What's your favorite season?

Wait, let me guess: Fall.

Yeah... 

well, mine is summer.