The World is a Different Place When You Look Up

I like James Laughlinbecause he’d keep at a poemkeep keeping at itonly stopping when, *Applause*,until, *More applause*,it gave out on him.He didn’t hold anything backdidn’t keep anything for, “Later …”He floated the whole of his iceberg.He wrote mediocre poems because all that.But I like himbecause I wanna get at the truth tooand an iceberg willContinue reading “The World is a Different Place When You Look Up”