Saturday, March 21, 2009

no beef w/god today

i have no beef w/god today
it feels weird
i guess it's b/c it's the second day of spring
& the sky is blue
& i saw a few buds on branches
& i don't have to put the key into the ignition
& there's wine
& cigarettes
& a woman singing in french
on the radio
& this white page
is getting filled up
quicker than the ashtray
yes, i have no beef w/god today
my dangling guts pushed back in
& sewn up beneath the sutures
of all these illusions
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.