PRETEND POEM

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Shit, no, I don't write poetry. But I do like to watch the way strung words spark against each other. And once in a while the spark will illumine a wavering image I had no clue was there. That's why I'm known as Sparky in San Francisco's gay community.

from Idiotic Semiotics: The Legend of Sparky Donatello, by Diane Ripley