Sunday, July 18, 2010

misfit living

there has always been
the minimal here

no dining room set
no living room set
no kitchen set
no children's beds

no purchases of newness
no uniformity

only rickety cardtables
third-hand chairs & shelves
from the dead

faded, mismatched,
chipped & scratched

a roomful of misfit sticks
of furniture

& to top it off
an old mattress upon the floor
the lopsided raft
of a capsized soul
going nowhere

just floating...
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.