This blog will be one of those oh so official and probably public ones you link your silly writing to for self-promotional purposes.  Boring Sidney, Boring.  Named after a poem written by another.

“A Mid-February Sky Dance”
Dance toward me, please, as
if you were a star
with light-years piled
on top of your hair,
smiling,

and I will dance toward you
as if I were darkness
with bats piled like a hat
on top of my head.

Richard Brautigan