Poems Not For The Masses- The Dark Poetry calls you.
| Leftwing Commie or Rightwing Nutjob? | Solitary American gun nut. |
|---|---|
| Carrier of flower or carrier of seeds? | Seeds in the pocket grow sharing flowers. |
| Ancient as the bedrock or just starting to rock? | When deep rock stirs everyone pays attention. |
| What's your sign cutie? | Wrong Turn |
| Why a Dark Poet and not a Sunshine Scribbler? | I blew out the candle to see what things really look like. |
| Who really messed up your life? | Its not messed up until I've lost, and I haven't lost until they nail my box shut. |
| Favorite smell or stinks like hell? | The slow golden smell when summer starts to die. |
| Beginning writer or lifer? | It's kept me alive this long, guess I'm in for the haul. |
| Does blood allure you or does it disturb you? | Depends on whose it is and why I'm seeing it. |
| There is no God, or God is you, or God will probably smite you for suggesting otherwise? | Five pounds of flax. |
| My heroes are: | What makes the punchline bearable. |
| You should know this about me: | I'm not what they think. |
| What's your Myers-Briggs Personality Type? |