I Had Let This One Go

I'm back. Like an erstwhile truant student, having to return to class after a protracted absence to feel pelted on arrival by conclusions drawn during the interim.

Although this and that are regrettable, I am bored by remorse, and wouldn't claim any for overunderstanding.

Per my receding from the fore of the fray (as it was and were), there's a teeming bevy of excuses. Which is exactly why I won't be using any.

Matters of now and ish must be typed into typed matter, and that's bound to happen soon.

I will sheepishly creep out of the classroom now.

Bite My Knee

The last few weeks have been preternaturally stressful, with my synapses snapping like twigs under the feet of an oaf. 

Today, however, brought us into May, and heralded the appearance of a significant thing that I made with my pal Mick. It's a record of my poetry, recited over backings from Mick and me. It's called "Bite My Knee"―I'd love for you to hear it, and you can do that here. It’s also on other digital-music sites and excitements, like iTunes.

Amazon made me put [explicit] on it, which makes me wanna puke.