honeyboy andrew meade, or h.a.m. for short, 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.
You know where the library is, with all those dusty tomes on philosophy, sanity, prosody, etc.; these h.a.m. sandwiches are snacks to tide you over 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!