Friday, December 11, 2009

graffiti between a nightmare & a wet dream

i wish
i could
tear myself
open
&
graffiti
my
own
organs

in hissing
black spray paint
write:
'fuck love'
upon
my
heart

'drink up,
sons-of-bitches'
on
my liver

'keep yr
ashtray full'
on my
lungs

'why budge?'
on
my
brain

'the soul
is
bullshit'
on
my
colon

but
instead
i
graffiti
these
outer
pages

which'll
definitely
outlast
my
innards

but not
really

this
whole
universe
is
something
between
a
nightmare
&
a
wet dream

unsubstantial
as
god
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.