it's strange
how moments go
from up-close
like cells upon
a microscope slide
to very far away
like stars thru
a telescope lens
until one day
all of yr life
is up in space...
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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- pick ax philosophy
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- until Loss moaned his name
- july beauties
- i awoke nauseated
- the mad lengths of the poet
- fools & demons
- staring at the plants
- this strange lonesome 40th summer
- wrecking balls & backbones
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- in a blink
- the burning man
- that searing singularity
- the greatest con
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