On "Nyquil"

I think I'll actually follow up on this one, likening poetry to life and other such uncertainties.

On a similair note, Billy Collins doesnt write difficult poetry. he writes cutesy, clever poetry that makes even the most cynical of readers smile. Except for me. Im trying to write a goddamn final paper. i dont want cutesy.

Death. Horrible, painful death, and failure.

That last thing

I guess that last thing was okay... I dont like the last stanza... or rather the two middle lines of the stanza. Maybe I'll work on it a little more.

On a similair note, I like nyquil even if Im not sick. It makes my arms and neck really long.