I recently stumbled upon this very website and, yearning for some creative interaction in this new town, thought a humble posting may be in order. Are you out there, my fellow poets? Has the rising surge of brutality driven compasison away (as Tacitus may say), or does the empathic glow of the artist still shine brightly in this, the nations capital? Please tell me that like-minded souls exists in this town besides the insipid bourgeouise grey-suits i have come to loathe. Respond! I am keen to meet other poets for a reading, a congregation, a bevvy, a stoner- wankfest, whatever! Perhaps an online poetry battle? Heres a little number i compiled for JJJ some time ago…they send out the call to talk about anything under the umbrella of LOST! Anything proffered will be devoured with an air of eager anticipation
Never lost are they, always unseen
my hated companions, the despised keys.
“Where are they”?, i scream, “Im late!” is my tortured cry,
yet theyd find it harder to escape, methinks,
if my days weren’t spent flying high.
Obviously my range/ backlog of works extends beyond lightweight banter such as this . I know angst and depression seems to easily lend itself to artistic expression, but sometimes you just gotta have fune eh!so post away, and assure me that you do exist!