Bite Me

Now that this book of poems has been completed, from more than a glance, it can easily be considered a testament. One of persistence and endurance—a true literary example of what it means to be stubborn. Of course, one might presume that “love,” whatever you may define it as, could have very well had something to do with these words. But that’s not quite so. As the author thought he had laid shining eyes on his wife, his prize, his everything—he simply began falling. Quicker than what he was once used to. Harder than what most would consider detrimental. Our poet soon found himself dancing with an effect that would later be estimated irresistible. He consequently led himself to not only think, but believe with all of his heart that he could seduce this particular young lady enough to receive unconditional reciprocation, at the very least. No... His desired results could not have been any further from the shape and circumstance of the current relationship in fact—illusive toxicity is the name. But despite the excessive cocktails of stagnancy and mania, the medley of illustrations was written nonetheless. After two and a half years of experiences on a two seat merry-go, here and now, Bite Me stands as an account that highlights the trials, tribulations and painful complications that by no means fail to accompany the choice of denying that dreamed unison is more likely than not, never meant to be. All of this in the midst of dramatic and sometimes comical strokes of passion is unquestionably what to be expected. Help yourself to a collection seemingly provided by a child needing nothing more than to have an adult strike his hand; just say, “No. Stop.” But apparently the adult here remains absent nevertheless.