warrior poets

warrior poets
fought and fucked
rode and wrote

fierce children of the moment
singing and slaying with equal abandon
no separation of word and deed

a celebration of killing words
spilling from their throats
as easily and naturally as spilling blood

dealing love and lust
in act and art inseparable
honor's ache in strained and sweaty coupling

we touch a faint echo of those days
when joined and moving together
we shudder and sing our own songs

wrapped tight, thrust deep
reaching towards an ancient truth
to fling us into an unknown future

the critics still agree - I suck at business too

"What I do take exception to, however, is the manner in which you handled this. It would have only taken either a simple courteous phone call or courteous email for me to realize there was a problem. I would have made arrangements either way.

I am sorry that our business relationship didn't work."