i am in america now. the sun is lower in the sky here where i am, in america. i will be here for a while.
two days before i flew to america, i hung out with a 65 year
old man who looked like burt young from rocky. he had the cigar and everything, but more hair and also wore good hats. i liked him. he kept saying, "you live in the era of shit."so, i am in the philadelphia area. if there are literature readings happening around philadelphia and the general east coast area, people should write me and say, "hey, would you like to read a poem at my poetry event?" i'll probably say i would like to do that.
something else is that if anyone wants to read a pretty long poem about confusion which i wrote in a style that is sort of like a musical, meaning that there are some narrative parts and then the character 'breaks out into song' or in this case he just 'breaks out into written verse', then please email me stating this request and i will really enjoy fulfilling it
matthewsavoca @ gmail.com
