Call me El Desdichado. Call me Bob. 
Call me ConnectHook. Call me names.
I will still write poetry.

I’m a printed–word artist,
veteran of the poetry wars,
widely-published in my dreams. 

I am disgusted . . . 
hence — my verse:
 therapeutic self-medication,
one-man backlash to poetic blackout,
a lyrical stand against vapid Modernism,
committed to the subversion of poetic dullness,
proudly reacting in old-school style —

 THAT’S  ME.

My POETRY, my PROSE, and my favorite MUSIC HERE