William Keckler. Poet, Narcissist, Blawger. Formerly, the Valerie Solanas of American poetry blogs. If I owe you an apology, I'm saying it right here. Goreyphile from a very early age. I wish I could say humans move me closer to God, but usually it's the Cocteau Twins. On most days crazy as a Trappist monk talk show. I don't hate anyone but human coat hangers get on my nerves.
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MORNING VALENTINE
Please don’t cyberfuck with me
please don’t
look how their shadows precede them
through the mesh
of Palo Verde leaves
they circle several times
and are confounded
I am where they land
I just wanted to give you
a heads-up this morning
don’t fuck with me
and when I say morning
I mean my shadow
precedes me.
D.P.W. (Dead Philip Whalen) says:
"Peter, I can hook you up with a young psychopomp if you're interested.
Chatterton isn't doing anything.
You interested? He's good, if a little bit of a drama queen when he discusses his suicide.
He feels the "ramifications" weren't really sufficient to the "gravity of the deed."
Redheads.
We tolerate him."
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