Stand up, Standing UP!

So I'm taking another plunge tonight...finally working on some comedy. Stand up.

I feel like it could be a gateway drug. To what? Not sure yet, but I love making people laugh.

My poetry is far from performance-ready, so perhaps this will sustain me until that point?

Butter Eyes

Butter eyes.

This phrase is sticking in my mind. A description of a person?

Color. Richness. Slippery? Something along those lines. There might be something there, something to explore. Not a whole poem, but a characteristic that explains a person to the reader in an unexpected way.

Must consider more.

Singular Contributions

My singular contribution to another blog. Should I write more for them? Maybe.

Epic

I want to write epic poetry!

That makes you want to dance. Makes your heart swing inside your chest, pushing against your breastbone and throat.

It might be laziness. Or stupidity? Or am I merely more boring than I like to think?