Tuesday, March 3, 2009

electric womb day

in bed wrapped
in the
electric blanket

a wire & wool womb

& another plain blanket
stapled over the window

blocking out the sky
that dull ancient
azure place

we all know the truth
that there's nothing
new beneath it
but most fantasize for fuck's sake
that there is

& all the people
that entire perpendicular
horror show
bending their knees
in their unsatiated strides

but not me
this beautiful de-evolution
is what i need
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.