one day you'll pack yr organs in a valise and leave these premises for good
this existence
contains
less scope
than a
peephole
in a hotel
door
& like
a rental
it isn't
permanent
either
one day
you'll vacate
these
premises
for good
you'll pack
yr organs
in a valise
& the hole
will rotate
closed
like the iris
of a
camera
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.