Type "India", she said
So I did. Nothing Happened

We all went down the hole
pensively,
percussive

In the meantime the rats crawled, mouths agape, through the pipes;
those cylindrical pathways to America.

in all seriousness, this is beautiful

Thanks, that means a lot. I was literally awake for 72 hours straight, jacked up on Adderall when i wrote this.

what happened?

are you okay now?

Long story short, I got really in to the internet and couldn't stop.


I found a bag of graham crackers I had hidden in one of my cabinets, so I've got food again. Things are looking up.

good, good to hear...let me know if you need anything

I need to understand why this world is this way. I'm going to continue to do this through poetry, but if you have any advice/input I would really appreciate a PM or a facebook message. Thanks a ton, Dave.

*interlopes*

an inordinate amount of my life has been wasted in wonderings about the world...i've never looked to poetry to vent, or provide answers, but i will definitely let you know if any revelation occurs to me that would fit with what you're seeking to accomplish

hey thodoks, what does "interlope" mean?

it's like when you get married without a ceremony or ring and stuff

To intervene.

"The Interlopers" was one of my favorite short stories as a young lad. True story.

It's based on a true story, or it's true that it was your favorite story?

80% of the time, it's true every time.

Guys, i just sent this poem to poetry.com. Cross your fingers.

they're crossed...also crossing my toes for good measure!

be sure you cross yourself before bed every night too, Lenny. It keeps the rats away.

lol

Guys, lets get this one all the way to Harper's.

http://www.poetry.com/poems/14181810/

i like the old title better