William Keckler. Poet, Narcissist, Blawger. The Valerie Solanas of American poetry. Asshole Whisperer and poacher/harvester of ivory. Out of Africa or deepest Harrisburg. Goreyphile from a very early age. Bipolar bear much baited by my alleged confreres. Nothing beats watching crackheads watch RUGRATS on vintage NICKELODEON.
WHORE PIECE:
Be a whore for a year.
This means a literal whore.
Have sex only for money.
Have sex only with people you despise.
Throw all the money you earn
into the sea late at night.
Come back the next day
and see if any money washed ashore. Complain.
HAVE A DAY. I'M SORRY BUT I CAN'T BRING MYSELF TO SAY THE "N" WORD. I wish I could say humans or poetry moves me closer to God, but usually it's the Cocteau Twins. I'm actually quite normal for an insane person. So don't read too much into this profile. Don't call me Ishmael...call me IceStationPoetry@aol.com. Feel free to say hi or send me a poem or image or something non-hostile like that. I'll probably brag about it on my blog that a human being talked to me. Because, like, a lot of them won't anymore. ;-)