Friday, March 21, 2008

sifting for stanzas

banging on the keyboard all day
now taking a break
eating straight out of the tuna can
w/a bent fork

i have neglected the litter box
seems like the cats don't shit some days
& then others seems like they shit
all day long

same for writing i guess
some days the words won't come out of the bowels
& others they come like a storm of turds

the cats sit on my desk now
while i am on the couch
two gargoyles staring at me
they want my tuna
& i want more stanzas
i have a feeling none of us will get
what we want tonight

fuck it
guess i'll go have a smoke
& they can lick the starkist can
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.