Wednesday, November 25, 2009

what on earth is this thing in my chest beating for?

this fist full
of blood in
my chest
has beaten
well over a
billion times
already

i've done
the
calculations

& today
i wonder
what they'd
sound
like
simultaneously

40 years
of beating

over a
billion
beats
at
once

but a better
question might be:
what on earth
would those
billion beats
be pounding upon?

love's door?

or
meaninglessly beating
upon an
exit?

that mute place
beyond numbers
& calculations
& love, yes
beyond love...
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.