I’ve recently picked up poetry again in my dark times. When I feel so profoundly and deeply emotional that my thoughts lose sensical linearity, the only way I can speak is through bad poetry. I don’t think anyone reads this blog of mine, but if someone happens to be reading this right now, know that I don’t think my poetry is worth your while to read. I slap words together as angrily as seems appropriate in whatever mental landscape sat me down and made me yell. I just want to remember them.