Saturday, June 12, 2010

bugs climb my abyss

there
are
kafkaroaches
running
up
&
down
my
arms
while
i
lay
in
my
sartretude

their
absurd
antennae
itching
my
nothingness
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This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.