Sunday, July 18, 2010

hollow ghosts

the sunrise
w/its many arms
erases all of
our stars

giving us a low dull
ceiling of clouds

the hollow ghosts
of all our silver hopes
& shimmering wishes

sadly afloat in a pale
aquatic blue sky
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.