Advice Tweets to a Young Poet by Curtis Blazemore

JONES IT

You may bake a cake, but Edie will eat it. Robo Love is so over. But peek a look at these infantile poems anyway. Random strangers had indifferent sex atop most of them.

LAY OFF

No one here is into your hostile bullshit. Sure, you’ve got a gun and a strong urge to use it, but that’s all the more reason to lay off. Have a plastic cup of Kool-Aid made with our special high-fidelity juice.

STONEY LIT

The only thing worth reading. Well, half reading. One eye on the bong, one eye on the page. Your third eye up and down and all around that fine ass that keeps parading around the apartment.

Curtis Blazemore has been on the planet far too long, publishing various works in between having bad luck and making people rethink their faith in humanity. No matter. He sees sentences in the exhaled smoke and scribbles furiously. He hopes someday to be able to afford a Greyhound bus ticket to Graceland.