if I had my way,
this shit would start with elipses.
my old gossipy friends bark like a unison dog,
doesn't mean they don't deserve good grammar.
I'm a darn good driver.
Let's kill shit.
The dead pig came around
saying that particular exclamation point has gotta go.
it went away from that sentence,
along with spinster gin that let's nobody in.
not a grumpy island,
but I have never felt before that the semi-colon
would make me want to cry.
it did.
I mapped this drunk,
then brainstormed sober.
business as usual for a wordsmith.
get busy living like syllables.
everybody's wishing for no more mistakes,
and all that I can think about is you.
let's go be great.
period.