Tuesday, May 18, 2010

the middle man will break yr heart everytime

this
longing
for
love
is
merely
the
longing
for
nothingness

what
we're
really
after
is
not
this
backstabbing
skinful
bliss

not
this
middle
man
so
to
speak

but
the
kiss
of
the
ever-faithful

the
abyss
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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