Tuesday, May 25, 2010

ironically it's the only thing holding it up

this
body
is
studded
w/loss

braced
by
the
beams
of
pain

it
pivots
on
pegs
of
affliction
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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