Sunday, May 30, 2010

all my life i've given nods to nothingness

today i think
of shapes
of white clouds
that parade
past my window

& i admit
i'm jealous

they're nothing
in the best
way possible

those peaceful
strings of islands
in cloudland

but although
all my life i've
given nods
to nothingness

been a devotee
to dust

all poetic posturing
aside--

i don't actually
love nothing

just its characteristics

its calmness

its guts
to not do

& to just float...
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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