You can tell the difference between a one footed spade attack and a horticultural rotavator. My poems tend to be of the one footed variety whereas the poems I look at and measure up with my untrained eye tend to be of the poetical rotavator variety turning over the forgotten sublime, eloquent and desire in a package deal that has you heading for the poetry store instead of Hoseasons for your holiday. Speaking the words MATTERS.
Speaking the words MATTERS.
That’s my point.
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