These poems are funny little things. They don't take themselves too seriously. They shave and shower and brush their teeth but totally disregard the anxieties that seem to plague their cousins. Somehow they fell immune. Sure they might not get straight A's. And they sleep well beyond their alarm clocks, but they walk without shame or guilt or worry and go through this life happily, like the glad idiot who unwittingly makes the world envious of him; these poems shed light inside his life. They fall asleep when their heads hit the pillow and prefer the simile to metaphor.
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Poetry