I Disown Myself

Partly an explanation of why I've not been on here since the fall of Rome. I've been involved in other things instead. Also, I read a lot of my old poems and I hate half of them so it's me coming to terms with that. Of course, it is indeed a poem about why I've not written poems. Awkwardly enough. On with the show! _____ I have written centuries worth Paper piles high in a skyline of its own Mainly characterised by its quality. Largely unreadable. I have been published In compilation. Bit part writer. I barely write at all. I have turned On myself in a phoenix rising Lazily. I illustrate in awkward romances Of dieselpunk and theremin. I disown large swathes of my canon It has chased up on me. Looming jungle dances. However, I shall return in A phoenix rising Lazily. Perhaps.