I have raved about the poetry of Wrinkledman before, but it has been a while.
She went around the world backwards,
"so that's where I was"
she was heard to say as the wind whipped around her hair, carrying the future rearward,
the afterwards were sucked out like credits,
like the signature on the painting,
nothing like the painting.
"did you see that day? I was in that sunset."
I just couldn't not share this one.
He knows a few of his poems aren't on my "wavelength" as he put it, but
I think his work is just brilliant.