the grace of the wrecked poet: poems 2005-2007

any wrecked poet, not just the inferred one of myself, would necessarily exhibit grace over any other emission--not just the good poets, who may at times lose a bit of gracefulness, but especially the bad poets; the wreck of a good poet leaves nothing but grace, while with the bad ones, the kind flooding bookshelves and bookstands like a tsunami over a boy on a boogie board, either they create the grace they fall into or continue in a state, now wrecked, of gracelessness. but a bad poet wrecked and graceless? well, it's sometimes me, but more often the ones who took over long ago and continually create the foul odor the few good poets will have to endure, seemingly forevermore.