Semi-Daily Scribbles

For those following along, My Five Star Heart goes to the work that is fiercely authentic. I like it when My Own Private Icky Button is pushed by bloodlust and love's grotesqueries. Poetry that comes in great gushes and not dribbles. Make your piece so ugly it's pretty by sheer effort. Make me queasy and I'll put another nickel in the slot. Anything less than uncomfortable is forgotten before the end credits roll.