i used to have poetry, before my mind broke, shattering into some hundred-million glittering shards, and when it fractured, i think the words went with it. they don’t come ‘round much anymore,   ‘cept in annoying Seussian couplets of subjects mundane, the banality of which makes me totally insane.   there was a time when the words flowed like water, sentences would spring fully-formed … Continue reading i used to have poetry