Common Poets Society is a group of poets who reside and perform in Hawkes Bay, last Tuesday of every month at sometimes Spaceship.
Abstract thoughts, while standing in the doorway @ the bar.
Where am I? I don't even know where I am, I am somewhere else I am not here or there I am literally in the middle of nowhere. I am standing in a doorway that leads to no other place other than the place I am already in, it is a non existence, it is existing at the same rate that it isn't. I am talking out of my head and my other head, I am a two headed enigma. Why can't I get ahold of my thoughts I can't catch them they keep running away from me at a faster rate than I can run, not that I can very fast anyway, I am slow I am a slug, I am a slithering, slimy, whiny slug. I eat way too much salt, I am slowly sizzling my own insides, leaking and oozing all over the floor. I have no time and no appreciation for anyone else's talents, and even less for my own. I don't have any though, who am I trying to fool.