High art, low art, you be the judge.
I've included for your amusement a few poems from the early days, back
when I was a bored and lonely teenager and had a lot of pent-up frustration
toward the hand life had dealt me. That or something would strike me
in a certain way so I'd write about it. Of course, with my sick and
twisted sense of humor my stuff will definitely not be winning any poetry
awards.
