I will have to ask Mr. Griffin if I can use this:
it is close: a close shave.
This is Griffin outside his home: he is brilliant and comfortable.
All this on planet earth, Silverlake, somewhere in the history of 2013
S.A. and I grow silent.
Its not the same as those poetry slammin days of youth
I think he wanted to connect:
But he is an evaluator of relationships
And he marches to the rhythm of his own inner mission.
e-mission and o-mission.
What is that mission?
Where will it go and who will it take him toward being?
The Poetry Bomb
His fanatic love-child
of peace and diversion
Hitched to the back of his sedan
Is taking him over the universe
To no destination.
Minds are changing.
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