Wednesday, April 28, 2010

the world is wall to wall w/them

what do you need those eyes for there is really no world to see

what do you need those eardrums for all you can hear is the buzz of bullshit

what do you need those feet for there is really no place worthy of yr arrival

what do you need that 3lbs of gray matter for the brain is a hack organ

what do you need that spine for there isn't any virtue in the vertical race

what do you need those four pumping chambers for the heart is a small factory of pain

what do you need that skin for surfaces are a sham

what do you need those lungs for when you can only gather emptiness into the branches

what do you need those guts for you can fit the dust of a hero in a large ashtray

what do you need an asshole for the world is wall to wall w/them

what do you need seed & an egg for nothing beats the peace of never being born

you only need a spleen, a liver & ten fingers so you can get drunk & spew bile & record it for

the rest of the assholes making use of all those other body parts
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.