Friday, January 11, 2008

punks with words

this is our time
to be the punks
with words

while big, fat death
sits on the hands
of all of
the deceased poets

this is our time
to graffiti the world
hiss our paint cans
while our fingers
are still free
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.