Random Thoughts

There is no such thing as a bad foot fetish poem.

I'm kidding. I'm not sure if I ever read a foot fetish poem. If you have a series of good foot fetish poems, submit them to No Tell Motel.

This summer I wrote a poem with the lines:

My song is fool and flash and a mouthful of
crooked hairy toes (if only it ended there)

That's the closest thing I have to a foot fetish poem.

One of the more interesting ideas I've read on a blog recently:

5. This is actually a pre-avant moment, what will come after us will be much more exciting, much less owned or categorized. We will be freed of the influence of universities, presses, magazines. We will take back our art from you.

I'm post-mommy guard. Or is that the School of MILFitude?

Either way, we will crush you.