Saturday, March 13, 2010

standing at the center of a stripped down room

i
stand
in
the
center
of
this
old
place

its
completely
bare
now

the
march
wind
&
rain
hit
the
uncovered
windows

someone
else
will
come
&
fill
this
space
up
again

that's
what
we
do
here

fill
holes

pretend
to
be
something
we're
not

but
we
can
never
really
close
up
the
void
w/in
no
matter
how
much
we
try

if
these
four
walls
of
this
stripped
down
room
were
suddenly
gone

i'd
be
pretty
much
the
same

just
a
wet
dog

howling
in
the
elements

to
some
this
idea
is
worse
than
a
bomb
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.