I was
worried. I was worried that my mojo had disappeared which is why I haven’t
written anything in a while. So I was hoping that my trip to Nicaragua would
get me out of this funk. That is until about 3 days before my trip, I came up
with a poem, which I now consider to be in my top 3. With this poem however I’ve
come to realize that I’m a little insane. And I’ve also come to realize that
even though my heart is always in my writing, my brain has taken over and the
shit that crazy bastard can create is astonishing. I mean not only is it
bizarre but it makes you feel inspired in some weird fucked up way. I guess
what I’m saying is that not only do I want to release a book of stories but
also a book of poems, spoken word at that. I want everyone to virtually and
imaginatively swim in my mental pool of wisdom and who knows maybe the weird
fucked up imagery I’m known for will cause you to book a permanent stay in my
inner sanctum…