JP W!zzrd

A wizard of sorts, an unwanted wanton wanderer, wonderer at wonders, living a wanderful life of crowded solitude, barking at hallucinated reflected moons, fooling himself with an arsenal of haste and pustaks, tooling with rosaries and spikes and clay effigies, dripping with verbs and herbs and eyebags drooping with age and fear of life's stage, mewling with yearning for lost families and bridges burning, clicking and linking the web of nets and nearly hairless heads of poets who are expecting but are not yet dead, spinning the yarn of new years as old ones form the cumuli of tumuli, this is my pride, beware the ides!