Saturday, April 24, 2010


it's an evolutionary

to remember what
causes us pain

so we may avoid it
in the future

but some of us retain
every memory

of when something
stabbed us, drew blood

& then we devolve

hiding in our little caves
from the world

painting our agony
upon the walls
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.