As I watch other poets
retell their fake lives
on this nightmarish eve that falls
a strange sense of jealousy comes over me.
Am I living mine or giving mine to them?
As Ms. Roberts goes on her own journey.
Good gone bad gone bored gone to be mystified
by the hypnosis machine of old.
How awkward things have gotten in the realm of Ms. Roberts.
I love it. Tres adventurous. She just puked. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 