Wednesday, April 7, 2010

mad inmates among the abandoned, the discarded & the dead

1/4 mile west of me there is a large nursing home

1 1/2 miles east an enormous landfill

1 mile north a sprawling cemetery

all that's missing is an asylum & a penitentiary

but i see them down every street

beneath the rooftops of every business & every home

& the people walking everywhere w/that fucked-up thing called hope

pinned upon their eyeballs
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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.