Thursday, July 22, 2010

the mad lengths of the poet

like crazy
crows on
the asphalt
dodging fenders
in order
to pull out
the guts
of roadkill

the poet
must go
to mad
to unravel
the ugly coils
of his
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.