if
you
dig
deep
enough
you'll
always
hit
agony
the
core
of
mankind
happiness
is
a
surface
thing
exists
only
w/in
the
first
few
layers
of
strata
anything
beneath
is
mouthfuls
of
dust
then
all
fire
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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- this strange lonesome 40th summer
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