Drunken Poetry - Utterly Drrrunk


	Utterly Drrrunk What a wild title? It's kind of sad.. I came here because I.. Wait! Why did you come here? Drunken Poetry? I've downed a bottle of wine, and 6 pints of lager. I'm sitting at the computer, Listenin' to Mr. Dylan. Old Dylan, None o' that Blood on the Tracks. No Sir. Doesn't sit well with me at the moment. Poems are almost always hidden in a mist. The meaning, I mean. The meaning is always shrouded.. A mist of words. Metaphors. Metaphors. Imagine a world without Metaphor. Drunken Poetry should be Poetry Without Metaphor. Poetry NOW Author's notes and comments Doctor