"Five Poems? You call this hippy free verse stuff poetry?" EE looked like he was having a coronary as I handed him the hand-written manuscript. He flipped through.
"Peace and love."
"I don't see limericks. Don't see Haiku. Do see groovy drugged-out, hippy in a paper sack, smelling of Mary Jane."
I held two fingers to my lips and sucked in a deep, deep breath. "Not to worry. It's a timely, culturally significant gas. It's great shit." I retorted. He frowned.
"Cultural? Like the Aaaawwwwwoooooooooooo
Published on July 19, 2009 07:02