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.
- ► 2012 (125)
- ► 2011 (113)
- the world is wall to wall w/them
- the third arm in the crowd
- sweet undreaming
- love eventually becomes a ghost town
- the world is filled w/a bunch of goddamn captain o...
- does it fool you, does it rob you?
- the slow dripping of melancholia
- how a poem should be
- for now
- mad inmates among the abandoned, the discarded & t...
- the shit kicking demons
- that son-of-a-bitchin' eye of the soul
- self-sufficient universe
- ▼ April (14)
- ► 2009 (44)