The Man They Call “The Emergent Poet”

I didn’t comb my hair Still I looked chic in a buttoned shirt. I heard the announcer leak out my name I became in an instant, cheek to belly button, Dorsal to ventral, back to front From notorious Dilantha To emergent author The kite dream hovering like a slogan In the air, selling my brand … Continue reading The Man They Call “The Emergent Poet”