…anyone reading this, of course, because P.O.O.P. has settled into a neatly arranged pile in the bottom of its resting bowl! Can I get a “P.O.O.P. is dead, all hail the P.O.O.P.?” Didn’t think so, but it was worth a try. As long as I keep up my website dues, here’s what’s gonna represent P.O.O.P.:
“Derailed by the Northeast Corridor” (a meditation on life’s direction),
“Spring Mantra” (a warning, an anthem, a reason to kick him/her out of bed to satiate an unrelenting human hunger),
“Rainy Day Afternoon” (’cause, really, what is lightning if not a bug’s lit-up rear),
“Apology Written in Shit” [it’s gross, it’s touching, it’s all about miscommunication, so if you don’t get it, don’t worry (but please use a tissue)],
“Preparations” (about getting ready for the big sleep and whatever dreams we may therein conjure),
“Hand over Heart” (because we’re all sensitive to shocks),
“sink or swim, A battle” (just to show I’m not ignorant of my habits…just overly accepting),
“Postcard from Over the Edge” (one last long goodbye), and
“Found Business Card #1” (a comment on desperation for communication, how would you howl).
Of course, when it’s ready, Miserable with Fire will have all of these in easily portable, paper form … for purchase! Here’s what the front cover is gonna look like…
