h.a.m.'s sandwiches – room for a snack?

honeyboy andrew meade is a redundant poetry workshopper and thumb-sucker in recovery, who thinks about things until revelations and/or jokes burst from his head like petals of sunshine from the forsythia shrub. His twin brother is:

hiawatha andre meade, a freelance anthropologist with a penetrating interest in the thing that metamorphosized into the entity that today lays like a transparent film over his homeland, the United States of America.

Also, he’s a rule detector – rule # 36, the more flags, the less patriotism. People secure in themselves and their beliefs seldom, if ever, brag. Insurrection is not love of country, it is love of hatred.

You know where the library is, with all those dusty tomes on philosophy, sanity, prosody, etc.; these h.a.m. sandwiches are meant as snacks until you’re ready to take learning into your own hands!

As time allows, h.a.m. fashions his brain-quakes into text blocks that resemble verse; sometimes a sentence or two may linger, un-versed! Never mind what Mailer says, autodidacticism is not a vice!