Sunday, December 20, 2009

FYI: I Am Lonely All The Time

The other
night
someone
told me
to
dream
sweet,

and later
in bed
I dreamed
of swarms
of
horseflies
and
snakes.

That's
me
in
a
fucking
nutshell:

my soul
thriving
upon
the
flip-side
of
things,

the
gears
within
performing
a
sadistic
masochistic
switch
of what
is
asked
of
me,

so please
forgive
my
not
answering,

forgive
my
absences.

I'd
surely
perish
without
my
empty
spaces.
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.