4. "RE: BoxCar celebration sippin' champagne on the caboose," In response to In response to 1
We come here for refuge. for shelter. some surgically split ribcages with lyrics of fury, Others... Let their emotions erupt outta chest cavities and onto keyboards, onto papers, onto other peoples lives.
We come here for rescue. Some of us need rescue from our own writing and some of us come here to extend a poetical ladder trying to save our brethren in need. In need of a "nice drop, keep that shit up!" in need of a release to Focus, our Inkwell, InGeniously, so that possibly someone else has an Epiphany.
We do this for respect among the other buffalo that roam around here. We do this to seperate, and then adhere to our peers.
But Most of All because we all need want have give cherish fight for and lose
POETICAL LOVE
at some point. ________________________________________ "With peace and love in my lungs, I hold my breath until the Poet returns."