|Posted by E. A. Pugh on 07/26/11 at 07:31 PM|
Glad your back; I have to admit I love the word $#%@ so off to a good start for me. Your poem covers so much ground and is very deep and beautiful I particularly enjoyed “on wandering hands that feel plate glass as single lined disasterpieces melt into
a phantom's mouth.” Plate glass is something I would have never used to describe the experience but now I can see through your eyes. Thanks.
Damn those Catholics, I am one too maybe that’s why…. Fuck is so cool.
Am I going to get in trouble for saying that?
Deepest sincere apology to all persons offended and to those who are under the age of 18.