Friday, November 6, 2009

6 feet 8 inches & still lost

thomas wolfe
dead at 38

smoked 60
cigarettes
& drank 20 cups
of coffee
per day

so tall
he wrote
while
standing

using
the top
of his
refrigerator
as a
writing
surface

he was
8 inches taller
than the depth
of a grave

& that towering
lonely frame
told us
about being
lost

about not being
able to go
home anymore

& i think of him
whenever the
fridge door
squeaks open

& i eat
cold meat
off a bone
in bed
alone
at 2:15 am

cigarette smoke
rising but
w/nowhere to go
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.