Go gloom
Begone glum and grim
Off with the drab drear and grumble
It’s time
its pastime
to come undone and come out laughing
time to wrap killjoys in wet blankets
and feed them to the sourpusses…
Poetry
Pronoiac Poetics 2
Blackberries in the Dream House by Diane Frank
What would happen to us if we were to undertake the discipline of turning our life entirely and self-consciously, into a poem?