The editors here at standardkink have asked me to emphasize that I am not a poet. That is why my poetry is so bad. I’m just a writer, I write things. Lately I have been writing a lot of poetry. Somehow I fell into a situation where my summer writing project seems to be a poetry collection. I’ve had the past on my mind a lot lately, I guess. But just the sad parts and the boozy parts and the sexy parts though.
Below are some more poems that may or may not (after extensive edits) end up in the collection I’m (for now) calling Happy Hour. Burnouts. Free Nachos. Sex. It’s about those things and some other stuff. Enjoy!
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