winter poem (for newsclippings and rowens)

[rowens]

It's a centipede in the title of that dumb movie I'm talking about. I don't even know if it's a translated title. And a poem I haven't finished called The Lonely Centipede, where I wonder about about a girl that left me to sew her lips to some asshole. I have to use the word asshole for it to make sense; despite the argument we had about holes I still stand by.

All this might help with getting your poem finished. There are lots of roundabout ways to get to the heart of a poem.