More Tired, More Tyler

As you may know, I've been working on a cycle, series, or epic (whoa) poem solipsistically titled "Tired Tyler." Despite the numbered nature of my previous posts from this series, it's become less of a round arc and more of an ongoing diary (but more pretentious, naturally). In light of my recently reticent blogging behavior, I've decided to pull from these poetic journal pieces and share them with you, even some experiments in different voices and frames of mind, of which "It Blooms in the Gut" is an example. Thanks for your continued reading, and I hope you enjoy.