Thursday, January 10, 2008

if i had to put it in human terms

if i had to put it in human terms
then my heart is an outhouse

my angel is a frozen block of minnows
from the bait shop

the thought of being born
is worse than suffering food poisoning

i adore the phrase "no-brainer"
all my life i feel like i've been
kidnapped from the beautiful country
of no-brains
chipped away out of
mother nothing's arms

& brought to another land
the land of earthlings
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.