Tuesday, April 14, 2009

dance in yr meat threads while you got 'em

meat threads

jugular vein
for a necktie

lungs
for lapels

colon
for
cummerbund

this human suit
that never
goes out
of style

one day you'll
strip down to
yr skeleton

& you'll try on
something
else
for size

a pine
box

w/nails
for buttons

death is
waiting w/
a tape measure
in the
final
dressing room

so dance
in
yr
meat threads
while
you got
'em
you son-of-a-bitch
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.