Friday, January 15, 2010

the thin averageness of the masses makes my soul puke

the other day
i saw a movie
where two
big thugs
held this guy
while another
ogre hit him
over & over
in the gut
& when they
finally let him
go he collapsed
blood streaming
out of his
mouth

i've never
had this happen
to me
but i feel
like i'm
being assaulted
in the same
manner
when around
people too long

two holding
the arms
of my soul
while another
pounds
their knuckles
into my angel's
abdomen

but they aren't
big or thugs
just quite
thin & average

& later
at my
tiny apartment
i wipe
the blood
from my
spirit's lips
& drop
on my
mattress
finally
out of
their
clutches
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.