Tuesday, May 18, 2010

today the void is a pearl

today
i
am
making
my
loneliness
a
virtue

my
scars
beauty
marks

i
will
visit
the
kiosk
&
purchase
a
package
of
cigarettes

smoke
half
of
them
&
bow
before
the
ashtray

today
as
the
grey
wisps
pass
my
face
drifting
upward

i
am
making
nothingness
the
apple
of
my
eye

the
Void
a
pearl
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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