i sit there smoking
one hand holding
a cigarette
& the other brailling
the rash on my back
lots of hardened circles
w/soft centers
like someone punched
packs of camels out
on both sides
of my backbone
some are on my thighs
too, back & front
raymond carver once
said that he was 'a cigarette
attached to a body...'
which i relate to very much
& i'm more like the hole
from a cigarette
attached to a body
a crater
a fossil
a scar
the body,
secondary
luckily one day
to turn to smoke
all smoke...
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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- give me the one-way chute
- when it's yr every third thought it makes you yawn
- one day yr bones will tap you on the shoulder
- sink in the fangs
- all my life i've given nods to nothingness
- one finger unsalute
- manure & the other side
- give me a one-way chute
- my moments are a string of piss stained empty cups
- the same song forever
- ironically it's the only thing holding it up
- in the hands of the clock
- no voltage in the soul
- my definition of hope
- loveless
- today the void is a pearl
- mightily & voluntarily
- the middle man will break yr heart everytime
- the unamerican dream
- tonight i cannot recall
- where i live now
- primarily a scar
- the myth of the blood red tattoo
- if only they could see my insides they'd run
- gradually you realize there's a dead dog strapped ...
- once a lovely hole to wholeness
- madly dancing in the furnace
- the grass & the children are green
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