Friday, March 21, 2008

white striped

you can
tell by
my complexion
that i
understand
all 206
of my
bones

prison
within

my skeleton
colored
skin
moves
beneath
the sun

soulless

stripped
down

some
expose
their
hearts

me

i wear
my
ribcage
on
my
sleeve
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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.