night by night, part by part
the woman he was with
eventually transformed
her pair of tiny wrists
becoming rivers of Desertion
her arching spine
a bow of Abandonment
the roots of her hair
the threads of Retreat
each rib of the cage
a baton of Betrayal...
until the complete shape
of Absence shuddered
beneath him & Loss
moaned his name
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
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- in a blink
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- that searing singularity
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