Tuesday, May 18, 2010

loveless

just
like
the
most
meaningless
sex

my
heart's
just
not
into
life
lately

it's
pumping
away
in
an
empty
world

ennui
coats
my
tongue

&
everything
tastes
stale
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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