Greatest Living Poet

* Since it's pretty obvious to you, me, everyone that reads this blog and everyone who bothers to read poetry at all that the best American poems are the ones that are somewhat funny word-combo freewriting ones that have no meaning, make no sense, and in general convey nothing except the glittery dripping of fancy language across the page, I've decided to re-open the book on Quietude and to write it in the ink of my own special sauce this summer. My poetic movement asks neither for members or admirers, it simply announces its intention to rock your comment boxes off. You have been warned. Get back to "flapjack / the squid did that" while the new American Poem Jimmy-style passes you by!!