Saturday, April 10, 2010

the slow dripping of melancholia

i
have
shunts
shoved
under
the
skin
of
my
wrists

i
was
born
hooked
to
an
IV bag
full
of
tears

i
live
on
the
slow
dripping
of
melancholia

suicidal
thoughts
are
my
nourishment
Posted by at
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.