I. Christmas Shell
I sit here again about to be an emptied man,
With my menacing keyboard and a full stomach of cheerful food, (Hurrah!)
And the mostly passive clock, silently ticking, hurrying up the reintroduction
Of the re-hollowed man, is the one honest company at this hour.
I could care for some company. I guess everybody's busy during the holidays,
Or at least, everybody's pretending to be busy; switching their phones to vibrate,
And looking every thirty minutes, or during commercial breaks. At least. the TV
Is never too busy for anyone. The TV is a well-drawn plan for the empty ...Read more
Anarchy of the mind.
I wrote some welcome-to-my-blog remarks, which you can read here.