Sunday, July 18, 2010

that searing singularity

it feels like the time
before i ever loved

that searing singularity
that weighty waiting

the only difference
being i don't have
that crazy desire
to love another

it's like i've been
reborn w/out a heart

just lustful blood
& dusty days
of nothing much
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.