they
say
one
cigarette
takes
7
seconds
off
yr
life
they
always
seem
to
pin
danger
on
some
obvious
demon
but
tell
me
how
many
seconds
does
love
take
off
or
the
lack
of
it
how
many
years
does
the pettiness
the jealousies
the loneliness
the searching
the betrayal
the loss
shave
off
all
of
this
besides
that
who
the
fuck
really
wants
to
grow
too
old
anyway
pass
the
ashtray
over
here
please
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.
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- how a poem should be
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